by entrancedbymyGCC » Fri Jan 14, 2011 9:56 pm
I was never interested in birds until I met my husband and his mom's Amazon. My husband talked a lot about the birds he had had, all lost to one thing or another (from PBFD to a temprorary rehome during a short term job, where the person left the country with the bird, to the Amazon who bonded to his mother during the same short term job and never wanted to be with anyone else again.). We talked a lot about getting a bird, but we always sort of figured we'd have Sake when Harriet passed away. Unfortunately he became ill and predeceased her by mere months. During that time, I had sort of developed a through-the-glass thing with a green cheek at Petsmart. We really did NOT want to encourage big box store bird sales, so I figured it was right out to get the bird, but I kept right on flirting through the glass when I went in for cat food, and he'd flirt back. One day after about a year, my husband was out on a run and he just picked up the phone and called me and said, "I think we just need to get that bird out of there!" We were expecting a project at best and a really antisocial bird at worst. That was Scooter. Scooter turned out to be anything but a broken bird, but a very outgoing, affectionate creature.
Scotty was a bit more deliberate. We wanted a bigger bird to be my husband's own project, and we started looking around at various stores in the area. We nearly bought a Major Mitchell Cockatoo which lives in a store nearby and which we had been in the habit of visiting, but when we actually got a chance to handle the bird, it didn't seem quite right -- plus we weren't sure how the noise would go down in our neighborhood. Eventually we came across Scotty, a 3-year-old Cape who'd been waiting for "the right person" to come along. He had been acquired as a potential breeder, but they decided he was more pet material, or at least that's how the story goes. At any rate, we were in this store getting introduced to various birds when Scotty was brought out from the back. My husband had no idea what he was, but I'd been hanging around here and reading about Truman so I knew he was a Cape! The two hit it off, and after several more visits, home he came.
Scooter

Death Valley Scotty
