Oliver
He was my first, and one of the only ones I truly loved. He was such a good boy, dancing when we danced, cuddling in my hair. Giving me nothing but true love.
He was not the smartest one of the bunch, but he had balls. Standing up to someone nearly five times your size, and surviving is an awesome sight. It was gruesome after it happened, but it was inspiring how he survived, and continued on.
This happened about two to three years ago. Amy and I had the birds out while we were in Rhinelander. At that point I think we had 8 birds, and all of them in their own room. We let them out to be free of their cages for about an hour or two a day. However, the cages were somewhat close to each other, and that caused some problems. You see Oliver was a green cheeked conure, a fairly small bird. Then there was Scully, and Eclectus parrot about five times Oliver's size. She decided to climb down onto Oliver's cage. Well Oliver would have none of this, and stood his ground. For his bravery his beak was smashed. The vet was closed for the day so Oliver had to deal with a crushed beak for the day at Foster and Smith. The poor baby in the carrier we had for him panting, scared as he did not know what was going on. Luckily we got him to the vet, and after some laser surgery Oliver was right as rain.
We took Oliver with us to PA that year because he had to get used to eating soft food. It was like Amy feeding a baby bird all over again. Such a good baby.
Playing DDR with Oliver on my shoulder, him saying dance dance dance. It was all so amusing. How I took comfort in hearing him bacheep when I came home. He was still tough as nails trying to bite you with only half a beak.
What more could I have done for him. Traveling on the road like I do is not healthy since no one is here to take care of him. However, I thought he would be fine as I left him plenty of food and water. I even arranged for someone to check on him a couple of times a week. My baby couldn't do anything for himself, and had to rely on us to take care of him.
I will no longer hear his bacheep as I come home. No longer be able to hold him, no longer be able to pet him, and try to hold him close. No more attitude from such a small baby. I hope and pray he is a better place now. I hope he does not hold anything against me. I tried to take care of him, and keep him safe.
Good-bye Olver.
He was not the smartest one of the bunch, but he had balls. Standing up to someone nearly five times your size, and surviving is an awesome sight. It was gruesome after it happened, but it was inspiring how he survived, and continued on.
This happened about two to three years ago. Amy and I had the birds out while we were in Rhinelander. At that point I think we had 8 birds, and all of them in their own room. We let them out to be free of their cages for about an hour or two a day. However, the cages were somewhat close to each other, and that caused some problems. You see Oliver was a green cheeked conure, a fairly small bird. Then there was Scully, and Eclectus parrot about five times Oliver's size. She decided to climb down onto Oliver's cage. Well Oliver would have none of this, and stood his ground. For his bravery his beak was smashed. The vet was closed for the day so Oliver had to deal with a crushed beak for the day at Foster and Smith. The poor baby in the carrier we had for him panting, scared as he did not know what was going on. Luckily we got him to the vet, and after some laser surgery Oliver was right as rain.
We took Oliver with us to PA that year because he had to get used to eating soft food. It was like Amy feeding a baby bird all over again. Such a good baby.
Playing DDR with Oliver on my shoulder, him saying dance dance dance. It was all so amusing. How I took comfort in hearing him bacheep when I came home. He was still tough as nails trying to bite you with only half a beak.
What more could I have done for him. Traveling on the road like I do is not healthy since no one is here to take care of him. However, I thought he would be fine as I left him plenty of food and water. I even arranged for someone to check on him a couple of times a week. My baby couldn't do anything for himself, and had to rely on us to take care of him.
I will no longer hear his bacheep as I come home. No longer be able to hold him, no longer be able to pet him, and try to hold him close. No more attitude from such a small baby. I hope and pray he is a better place now. I hope he does not hold anything against me. I tried to take care of him, and keep him safe.
Good-bye Olver.