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Gottabrain
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A few days ago I was called by a friend of a friend of a friend to help rescue a cockatoo with Beak & Feather disease. Weird - it was the same bird I had saved over Christmas, when it was on my back porch dying of a bad bacterial infection.
What were the odds?
The bird hated me then
and was terrified of me - I assumed for catching it and keeping it inside when it wanted to be out. But it was infectious and dying. So I treated it for a few weeks and when it was healthy enough, I let it go. He was just a baby then.
He ended up just 2 kilometers away, climbing up & down a tree to where a kindly couple fed him. He couldn't fly.
When we caught him, I found he was very sick with a bacterial infection - but the reason he couldn't fly is some jerkoff had clipped his flight feathers, apparently to make a pet out of him. Amazing he'd gotten away and survived at all.
So - I have him again. He's still terrified of me
, but doesn't seem to hate me.
It occurred to me that maybe I'd exercised too much control last time around. He clearly wants to spend his nights sleeping outside the cage, at the highest point of the room. I can provide that, make him a parrot stand for that while he's recovering.
But I didn't do it last time around.
So my little friend is teaching me that not only animals, but people get very upset when I don't respect their intentions and listen to them about their needs and comforts. I learned to be controlling when I was in Scientology. It's a very poor trait and I've offended many with it. My little friend is helping me change that.
What were the odds?
The bird hated me then
and was terrified of me - I assumed for catching it and keeping it inside when it wanted to be out. But it was infectious and dying. So I treated it for a few weeks and when it was healthy enough, I let it go. He was just a baby then.He ended up just 2 kilometers away, climbing up & down a tree to where a kindly couple fed him. He couldn't fly.
When we caught him, I found he was very sick with a bacterial infection - but the reason he couldn't fly is some jerkoff had clipped his flight feathers, apparently to make a pet out of him. Amazing he'd gotten away and survived at all.
So - I have him again. He's still terrified of me
, but doesn't seem to hate me. It occurred to me that maybe I'd exercised too much control last time around. He clearly wants to spend his nights sleeping outside the cage, at the highest point of the room. I can provide that, make him a parrot stand for that while he's recovering.
But I didn't do it last time around.
So my little friend is teaching me that not only animals, but people get very upset when I don't respect their intentions and listen to them about their needs and comforts. I learned to be controlling when I was in Scientology. It's a very poor trait and I've offended many with it. My little friend is helping me change that.







