Ohhh, Sadie Baby!
Sadie has been so healing for me. I look forward to going home each day to see my adorable little girl.
She loves to eat everything, and doesn't shy away from anything. The funny thing is she sticks out her tongue WAY far--and she licks! Hilarious!
She also learned somewhere along the line to throw things over her head. When she gets a piece of food she doesn't like, she holds it in her foot, stares at it, and then flings it over her head, across the room. She also does this to play, with non-food items. I get home and there's various bits scattered all over the house. So funny!
She hates showers, although I give her one about 2-3x/week. She's still dirty from that awful cage.
I replaced her cage on Monday with a flight cage, like the first cage Sophia had. I bought all kinds of toys for inside of it, and, while I wouldn't say she loves it the way Sophia loved her big macaw cage, it definitely gives her more room to spread her wings and play.
It's a strange "connection" I have with Sadie. We are both damaged goods, and healing. Her nails are still long and sharp, so she can't go on my skin much. She's afraid of hands, and I'm afraid of nips, so we keep a healthy respect for each other.
She still cries when she wants something. (Sophia stopped crying, unless she was hurt--rare, at about 18 months old.)
My connection with Sophia was almost like my connection with my own soul. Sometimes I would awaken in the middle of the night, and be lying in bed. I'd start to think of Sophie, and then I'd hear her call out. It was eery. I didn't see Sophia as a "bird" or a pet, she was like part of myself, my daughter, a part of me. I had her from the time she was a small baby, and moulded every part of her environment to be as emotionally healthy as possible.
I was like Sophia's mommy. James once mentioned, when I was out of town for five days, how differently Sophia interacted with basically everyone else except me. She trusted me implicitly, with the unwaivering faith only an intelligent creature places in its guardian. We had an absolute bond, and were happiest when in the presence of each other. (I know that sounds strange.) When I was at school I missed her. When I had to go out of town, I hated it. I missed her. I tried to bring her with me everywhere I went--errands, the park, even work sometimes. I adored her. I started my small business b/c I wanted to work from home--to be with her. I missed not having her around me all day.
Sadie... at the end of the day, although I am coming to love her, and she makes me so very happy, is not a part of my soul. She does not implicitly trust me, and I don't implicitly trust her. We are companions, I think, in this thing called healing. Sadie has been hurt by people. She will always have a little wariness. Sophia had never known hurt, and trusted and loved everyone she met.
One strange difference between the two was that, despite Sophia's acceptance of people, she was always nervous about new objects. It'd be weeks of coaxing before I could get her on various new perches, etc.
Sadie, on the other hand, takes to anything new within a few hours. She is very well basket-trained, and also completely potty trained. (That is great!)
Ah well, that's how it goes. :)
She loves to eat everything, and doesn't shy away from anything. The funny thing is she sticks out her tongue WAY far--and she licks! Hilarious!
She also learned somewhere along the line to throw things over her head. When she gets a piece of food she doesn't like, she holds it in her foot, stares at it, and then flings it over her head, across the room. She also does this to play, with non-food items. I get home and there's various bits scattered all over the house. So funny!
She hates showers, although I give her one about 2-3x/week. She's still dirty from that awful cage.
I replaced her cage on Monday with a flight cage, like the first cage Sophia had. I bought all kinds of toys for inside of it, and, while I wouldn't say she loves it the way Sophia loved her big macaw cage, it definitely gives her more room to spread her wings and play.
It's a strange "connection" I have with Sadie. We are both damaged goods, and healing. Her nails are still long and sharp, so she can't go on my skin much. She's afraid of hands, and I'm afraid of nips, so we keep a healthy respect for each other.
She still cries when she wants something. (Sophia stopped crying, unless she was hurt--rare, at about 18 months old.)
My connection with Sophia was almost like my connection with my own soul. Sometimes I would awaken in the middle of the night, and be lying in bed. I'd start to think of Sophie, and then I'd hear her call out. It was eery. I didn't see Sophia as a "bird" or a pet, she was like part of myself, my daughter, a part of me. I had her from the time she was a small baby, and moulded every part of her environment to be as emotionally healthy as possible.
I was like Sophia's mommy. James once mentioned, when I was out of town for five days, how differently Sophia interacted with basically everyone else except me. She trusted me implicitly, with the unwaivering faith only an intelligent creature places in its guardian. We had an absolute bond, and were happiest when in the presence of each other. (I know that sounds strange.) When I was at school I missed her. When I had to go out of town, I hated it. I missed her. I tried to bring her with me everywhere I went--errands, the park, even work sometimes. I adored her. I started my small business b/c I wanted to work from home--to be with her. I missed not having her around me all day.
Sadie... at the end of the day, although I am coming to love her, and she makes me so very happy, is not a part of my soul. She does not implicitly trust me, and I don't implicitly trust her. We are companions, I think, in this thing called healing. Sadie has been hurt by people. She will always have a little wariness. Sophia had never known hurt, and trusted and loved everyone she met.
One strange difference between the two was that, despite Sophia's acceptance of people, she was always nervous about new objects. It'd be weeks of coaxing before I could get her on various new perches, etc.
Sadie, on the other hand, takes to anything new within a few hours. She is very well basket-trained, and also completely potty trained. (That is great!)
Ah well, that's how it goes. :)