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- 3/25/19
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- Karen
I haven't officially announced Isla's adoption to friends or family yet. My social media itch really needs stuff to be posted online so they don't get lost in the looser parts of my brain. Plus I figured this would be a cool way for me to look back on my journey with my first bird ever.
July 3, 2021 (DAY ONE)
I pack up the 3 dogs and start driving down from central to southern California around midnight to pick up Isla from her previous owner, who I found on Craisglist. Take multiple naps on the road and make it to my brother's place around 8am, nap until 11am and drive a bit further to get the bird, leaving the 3 poops at my brother's. We meet at a McDonald's parking lot and while the owner tries grab her from the crate, she flies out onto the pavement, and runs underneath my car. The owner gets her son to help. This is all happening right in front of the end of the McDonald's drive-thru where all the customers are just watching the 3 of us are doing this weird dance around a parked SUV. Isla eventually gets underneath a bush and I think we spent a good 30 minutes trying to catch her, which was near impossible because she blended right in with the green leaves. We could only spot the long teal feathers of her tail. Eventually, I manage to grab her body and get her into my travel cage. I hand over the $400, the owner apologizes profusely for the hassle, I say no worries, I really was just glad we got her back safe. As she drives off, I look down and realize her tail feathers are missing! I figured we probably accidentally pulled her feathers during the chase. I run back to the bushes to look for them, just since they were such a pretty blue, but no luck, we'll just have to wait for her to grow them back. When I get back to my brother's place, I figured I'd better just leave early and get Isla home after this whole ordeal. So we pack up the poops again, this time plus one rough-looking ringneck (I think she was molting? had a tons of pin feathers on her head) who I then discovered is also missing a right toe (I think she may have been a breeder bird. The previous owner said she was initially rescued from a "bad situation" by an old guy, who then rehomed the bird to her). All 5 of us get back home by evening, within less than 24 hours of leaving the night before. We get ready for bed. I'm physically exhausted, but with a very warm heart. The next morning, I wake up to her first flock call, and I am again elated all over the fact that I finally have a BIRD. I'll explain later why this was such a pivotal time in my life. What was your first day with your bird like? Probably smoother than mine I hope!
July 3, 2021 (DAY ONE)
I pack up the 3 dogs and start driving down from central to southern California around midnight to pick up Isla from her previous owner, who I found on Craisglist. Take multiple naps on the road and make it to my brother's place around 8am, nap until 11am and drive a bit further to get the bird, leaving the 3 poops at my brother's. We meet at a McDonald's parking lot and while the owner tries grab her from the crate, she flies out onto the pavement, and runs underneath my car. The owner gets her son to help. This is all happening right in front of the end of the McDonald's drive-thru where all the customers are just watching the 3 of us are doing this weird dance around a parked SUV. Isla eventually gets underneath a bush and I think we spent a good 30 minutes trying to catch her, which was near impossible because she blended right in with the green leaves. We could only spot the long teal feathers of her tail. Eventually, I manage to grab her body and get her into my travel cage. I hand over the $400, the owner apologizes profusely for the hassle, I say no worries, I really was just glad we got her back safe. As she drives off, I look down and realize her tail feathers are missing! I figured we probably accidentally pulled her feathers during the chase. I run back to the bushes to look for them, just since they were such a pretty blue, but no luck, we'll just have to wait for her to grow them back. When I get back to my brother's place, I figured I'd better just leave early and get Isla home after this whole ordeal. So we pack up the poops again, this time plus one rough-looking ringneck (I think she was molting? had a tons of pin feathers on her head) who I then discovered is also missing a right toe (I think she may have been a breeder bird. The previous owner said she was initially rescued from a "bad situation" by an old guy, who then rehomed the bird to her). All 5 of us get back home by evening, within less than 24 hours of leaving the night before. We get ready for bed. I'm physically exhausted, but with a very warm heart. The next morning, I wake up to her first flock call, and I am again elated all over the fact that I finally have a BIRD. I'll explain later why this was such a pivotal time in my life. What was your first day with your bird like? Probably smoother than mine I hope!
