As some here know, two years ago come Halloween, I lost my sweet, brilliant heart bird, Zoe (RFM) to pulmonary hypersensitivity disorder. I was completely devastated and lost some faith in my ability to keep my parrots. Since then, I've seen a lot of life changes, made some tough choices, reorganized and taken some big steps... But the one constant was that loss, which had left a huge hole in my life.
Until last week, when the owners of Zoe's aging parents sent me a precious gift: Zoe's full sister... Chloe.
She's 12 weeks old, fledged and well flighted, but not quite fully weaned. She's small (a full hundred grams less than sis right now--and I'm not sure whether to be worried about that...) and has stress bars on the ends of her feathers (guess the handfeeder this time round didn't have Kevin's skill), but she's bright-eyed, eats well for me (two handfeedings a day right now w rehoming regression), and seems to be doing well here. Vet trip tbd, but soon.
I hope you'll welcome her as one of AA's own. It's been a long, heartbroken time coming...
Until last week, when the owners of Zoe's aging parents sent me a precious gift: Zoe's full sister... Chloe.
She's 12 weeks old, fledged and well flighted, but not quite fully weaned. She's small (a full hundred grams less than sis right now--and I'm not sure whether to be worried about that...) and has stress bars on the ends of her feathers (guess the handfeeder this time round didn't have Kevin's skill), but she's bright-eyed, eats well for me (two handfeedings a day right now w rehoming regression), and seems to be doing well here. Vet trip tbd, but soon.
I hope you'll welcome her as one of AA's own. It's been a long, heartbroken time coming...