Loxley wore his harness for the first time yesterday. He was figetty, but didn't bite or run. Definitely helped working with him for a solid week on putting his head through and letting me manipulate his wings.
But when it was on, he was not pleased. He continuously poked at it and the moment he realized he couldn't fly, he was fully panicking. Very scared. Refused any and all reinforcement.
Through a dangerous series of letting him free fly with the harness on and gradually walking him out the door, we eventually got his courage up high enough to actually go outside and be clipped into us.
To prevent as much trauma as possible, we got the harness off of him in nearly the same ease as it went on. He wore it a sum total of an hour maybe. He wasn't accepting reinforcement and every instance of inhibited flight sent him into a maddening screeching tumble to the floor followed by heaving and picking the harness and surrounding feathers. I couldn't have him tangled up in his toys, so i took it off.
I must admit, i want sure any of it was progress. Maybe i waited to long to get it on him, but really i feel blameless because supposedly there's some voodoo health reasons for loxley to be outside and i worked damn hard to get him comfortable enough with the process of putting on and taking off the harness to be told the problem is me.
I struggled to justify the harness at all. Maybe it is healthy, who really knows without a government grant and some biochemist? But if the harness makes those health benefits unattainable, what's the point? If your bird reaches the end of your line and doesn't lose its mind, don't consider yourself special. Sometimes i find my choice to leave loxley flighted difficult to justify, but it's too late to change my mind. I guess when your friends say one night won't get you pregnant, the same applies to flight. I felt like if i had just thought about it enough, if realize how nothing comes without consequences.
But after all the drama, conflict, and lament, i think I've settled on this being a gross positive. Maybe i pooched the positive association of the deal, but i have to believe i made up for it in reduced fearfulness. In the end, we did spend 10 minutes in the real outside. And at least for me, that felt liberating. And neither of us got hurt. I didn't try to put the harness back on today, and it may take a while before he wears it again, but it's a start. Hope for it to get better.
Here's a short video of the build up to stepping outside for the first time: http://youtu.be/akVCme_wXkE








