About thirty seconds ago, a notification came up on my phone about an email I'd been sent, titled "About Taco". The name wasn't familiar, but since I had corresponded with Taco's old owners through Kijiji I knew they'd have my email, so I assumed it was from them.
As it turns out, it was from a family friend's son.
And it is, without question, the most horrific thing I've ever read.
I don't want to post the actual email because it's nightmarish, but it details abuse that Taco and Trixie (his past mate, either a greenwing or a scarlet) endured in their old home. They were put out on the porch and had buckets of water dumped on them in the winter, they were hit with sticks when they screamed or lunged, they would be forced out of their metal nest box by their owners banging on it, they were left without water, they were forced into a tiny dog kennel when they didn't breed, they had a chick forcibly removed and killed in front of them, and several more things I can't even bear to say.
Trixie had a hole in her chest and no feathers on any part of her body but her head when she died.
I knew Taco was neglected; that was obvious by the conditions he was in when I took him. But I never could have imagined this kind of abuse. I'm at a loss. I want to cry. I want to kill them. I don't even know how to handle this.
As it turns out, it was from a family friend's son.
And it is, without question, the most horrific thing I've ever read.
I don't want to post the actual email because it's nightmarish, but it details abuse that Taco and Trixie (his past mate, either a greenwing or a scarlet) endured in their old home. They were put out on the porch and had buckets of water dumped on them in the winter, they were hit with sticks when they screamed or lunged, they would be forced out of their metal nest box by their owners banging on it, they were left without water, they were forced into a tiny dog kennel when they didn't breed, they had a chick forcibly removed and killed in front of them, and several more things I can't even bear to say.
Trixie had a hole in her chest and no feathers on any part of her body but her head when she died.
I knew Taco was neglected; that was obvious by the conditions he was in when I took him. But I never could have imagined this kind of abuse. I'm at a loss. I want to cry. I want to kill them. I don't even know how to handle this.