Garet
Rollerblading along the road
Well, I always wanted a conure, buuut I wasn't a fan of pineapples... Until this lil gal found her way home.
My mother rescued Kiki from a bunch of children who were trying to kill her, and I had to rush to pick her up from the schoolyard. She had flown there looking for help, got caught in a fence at the school my mom works at, and the sixth graders were trying to hit her with a soccer ball.
After looking for her owner for several months (no microchip, we checked) and having to deal with harassment from a co-worker who found out how expensive conures are, she's mine. That's a looong story, but to make it brief, this woman who had no idea what a conure was suddenly had a friend who bred conures and her breeder said she looked like a missing parrot.
They looked nothing alike, even to the family, but she kept pestering them until they had to see her, arranged a meeting at my house (using the info at work). Without consulting us. Or giving us their number. Or letting us know when they'd be here. We had no idea if they were the people who actually put up an ad or not until they got here at 9pm. After a two hour drive. It wasn't theirs. As soon as they left, she called us and reminded us that she- and now her teenaged son- wanted Kiki. Oh, and the too small cage I carried her home in. The one that I owned. I still don't know why she thought we'd just hand over Kiki after one person said it wasn't their bird. This all happened two days after we got her and opened a found report with the SPCA.
She kept calling and pestering my mom at work until we had to lie. Even after we "found her owners and returned her", she kept bugging and nagging for a while.
She's recovered a lot since my mom found her and is currently regrowing her damaged tailfeathers, nails, and beak, and put on a lot of weight once she stopped only eating oranges.
Thankfully, she's long since got an all-clear at the vet and is fitting in just fine. She's about a year and a half old and has gotten a lot bigger than when she first came home.
She's already started to say her name and is a real great birb. Unfortunately, Kiki's also very fond of gently grabbing fingers with her foot during scritching sessions and gnawing the flesh from your bones. And she squeaks all night to be let out of her new cage.
My mother rescued Kiki from a bunch of children who were trying to kill her, and I had to rush to pick her up from the schoolyard. She had flown there looking for help, got caught in a fence at the school my mom works at, and the sixth graders were trying to hit her with a soccer ball.
After looking for her owner for several months (no microchip, we checked) and having to deal with harassment from a co-worker who found out how expensive conures are, she's mine. That's a looong story, but to make it brief, this woman who had no idea what a conure was suddenly had a friend who bred conures and her breeder said she looked like a missing parrot.
They looked nothing alike, even to the family, but she kept pestering them until they had to see her, arranged a meeting at my house (using the info at work). Without consulting us. Or giving us their number. Or letting us know when they'd be here. We had no idea if they were the people who actually put up an ad or not until they got here at 9pm. After a two hour drive. It wasn't theirs. As soon as they left, she called us and reminded us that she- and now her teenaged son- wanted Kiki. Oh, and the too small cage I carried her home in. The one that I owned. I still don't know why she thought we'd just hand over Kiki after one person said it wasn't their bird. This all happened two days after we got her and opened a found report with the SPCA.
She kept calling and pestering my mom at work until we had to lie. Even after we "found her owners and returned her", she kept bugging and nagging for a while.
She's recovered a lot since my mom found her and is currently regrowing her damaged tailfeathers, nails, and beak, and put on a lot of weight once she stopped only eating oranges.
Thankfully, she's long since got an all-clear at the vet and is fitting in just fine. She's about a year and a half old and has gotten a lot bigger than when she first came home.
She's already started to say her name and is a real great birb. Unfortunately, Kiki's also very fond of gently grabbing fingers with her foot during scritching sessions and gnawing the flesh from your bones. And she squeaks all night to be let out of her new cage.
Hate to imagine how Kiki would have lived if she ended up in her hands. 
An amazingly friendly bird who loves everyone. It only took a few hours for her to land on my head and the better part of a day to start begging me to feed her like a mamma bird would. Even after nearly being killed and getting stuffed in a box until I got there with my cage, she was super friendly.
