Why I hate Petco
I was at Petco looking for a rope ladder for Melody, with Melody herself to see which one she liked best and see if she wanted to see other budgies. However, as soon as we got to the Birds section of Petco, Melody disappeared, digging into my hair. I already knew about the bad conditions of Petco, but after a year of research later, it seemed way worse.
There was a huge glass box with about 20-30 budgies crammed into it. We arrived at the perfect time, when an employee was feeding the birds. The poor parakeets were so terrified and they ran and crammed themselves as far away from the gloved hand as possible, some standing on others. All of them were young, with solid black eyes and no rings, meaning they were about 2 months old. None of them was more than that. Melody was shaking at the back of my neck, but quickly calmed down when she noticed the toys and diverted her gaze. Later I saw many of the poor budgies were fluffed up, eyes closed with many missing feathers and obvious signs of sickness. They all were dirty and scruffy, and all tired and lacking the energy and cheerfulness that parakeets are supposed to have.
The man who was feeding them gave them millet spray on a regular basis, as soon as he put it in, all the birds attacked it, and were standing on each other again to eat( By this time Melody saw the fruit on the man’s cart and jumped to it and started pecking at it. Another woman noticed Mel and started fussing about Melody. Melody, with her over inflated ego, started showing off by doing wings and limbo trick.) The water in there was obviously containmentated, had food floating in it ,and feathers in it. On the fight for food over at the corner, one bird was so weak that it just stayed at that corner unmoving and probably going to die. It shook a lot, and I felt so bad for the poor thing. The man only gave them millet spray and no seeds or pellets. Also, I purposely asked him where the parakeets’ native country was. His answer: South America.
Sometimes, at Petco, there is a parrot section. There was a Sun Conure, or Sun Parakeet, named Moltres(Pokemon). The poor thing was shoved in a plastic box that is smaller than Mel’s cage. He was hatched in March, so the poor thing was only 4 months old. He didn’t appear as sick as the parakeets, but when the man took Moltres out, he flew away quickly, and then, fell out of the air. He landed in front of me, and talking to him quietly, he let me scoop him up and pet him. The poor bird was so frightened of the employed that he tightened his grip on my arm when the man came to get Moltres back into his box/cage. The man said that the bird likes human company and attention. When the man left, I talked quietly to Moltres. He made soft noises and tapped where I put my hand. I almost cried. The poor bird, only 4 months old, was probably not going to make it, like all the others that were there before him. I wanted to adopt Moltres so bad, but he cost $600 and there was no way I could get him. Walking away with the poor parrot watching me was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.
I picked Melody up and we left immediately.
Melody is one of the survivors of that place. She was the most pitiful bird I’d ever seen when I got her. Not knowing better at that time, I was going to buy a bird for $20. Melly was gray, and her tail bent with many feathers in it missing. She also had a toe that was cut off, and it used to be bleeding. I bought her, and she soon trusted me. I found that Melody likes bathing, and found that Melody was white, not grey. Her toe healed, and it’s nail is growing back properly, but it still is shorter than the others. Melody’s name comes from that place as well. Even though she was probably the weakest, and never flew, Melody sat at the top of the tree, and sang with all her might. Hope is probably something Melody excels at.





