I'm a bad mommy....
We took the parrots to be groomed today, resulting in four very unhappy birds. Bucky and Suzie were easy enough to get into their carriers, but Mookie and Pepper were having none of it. I had to towel both of them to get them out of their cages, which really upsets me because it really upsets them. It took me 20 minutes of cajoling Pepper before I resorted to the hand towel -- then then she sat in the carrier as if she was in shock. She didn't make a sound all the way up to Totowa, in the store, or on the way home -- and she got carsick, to boot (yeah, birds get carsick, as strange as it seems).
This afternoon she was getting back to normal, yelling "Come on Yankees!" and "Melky!" (which will be the name of our next bird, because I just love Melky Cabrera), which is a relief -- Greys can be so doggone phobic. She's still a little more quiet than I'd like, though.
This afternoon she was getting back to normal, yelling "Come on Yankees!" and "Melky!" (which will be the name of our next bird, because I just love Melky Cabrera), which is a relief -- Greys can be so doggone phobic. She's still a little more quiet than I'd like, though.