Yesterday I went out looking for a travel cage and found myself in a store across town that I had never been to before, owned by a woman who brings her birds to work. In the front window there were three macaws and an amazon each happily perched in their own space, with tons of cars and pedestrians to watch. They were cycling through “hello” and “hi” and then afternoon naps when I got there. The Amazon in the window was singing some funky song from the seventies.
At first I assumed these birds were for sale, which was why I thought it was odd that they had set up barrier of perches and accessories between the birds and the customers. Then the clerk mentioned that they were the owner’s birds, and the birds for sale were along the back wall. So I turned around and noticed a bank of cages along the wall, 1/3 filled with birds. Being a Jenday owner, I go right to the conures and say hello to the jenday and the two suns… all babies. Cute. But not at cute as my Lily. Then at the end I see an amazon and I walk up to say hello to that one too. I love Amazons and plan to get one someday but can only have one bird until I buy a house.
“Hello,” I said, watching his body language for signs of what he thought of me. He didn’t change his posture at all… but when I got close enough I saw that his eyes were pinning like crazy. Weird! So I stepped back a pace or two and said hello again, blinking a few times. He stopped pinning and blinked at me. But otherwise he didn’t react at all.
I hear a chorus of hellos coming from the window behind me, so I turned around to join the chorus. After I walked away, I heard him say “hello” so I came back and stood in front of his cage again. He seemed to be okay with me when i was a foot and ahalf away. We exchanged a few hellos and then just stood there, looking at each other. He didn’t know what to make of me and I didn’t know what to make of him. The other amazons I have met have had me figured out in less than a minute, so something was off with this guy. He was a little slow. He was missing his two toes on his left foot, and I wondered if that was why he was so unsteady on his perch. I felt bad for him, feeling so vulnerable and not able to do anything about it.
The clerk said something about kids in the store pestering the birds, and there are signs that say not to touch the birds, but kids today think of rules as nothing more than suggestions that everyone else should follow. This is why the owner's birds have a barrier... but this guy doesn't have one. He is at least out of reach of the smaller kids, but reachable by boys in the most annoying age range.
Then the clerk tells me that he is 60 and going to go “any day now.” I ask about the foot and he says that it got caught in a toy a long time ago, with a previous owner, so they had to amputate the toes. The bird is a rescue, given up by his last owner, and he doesn’t know much about him… but he is not for sale. He is too old to go to a new home, so they are just keeping him in the store until he dies. “Amazons, they can live to be like 80 years or even a hundred… but not this one. He’s had a hard life.”
Now this bird is making a little more sense to me. He has all his feathers but he hasn’t been preening them in a while so he is not looking so snazzy. His breathing is really labored and he is swaying on the perch with each breath. He lets a breath out, blinks and sways backward, then opens his eyes to breathe back in again while he steadies himself. He does this with every breath and it takes all his energy – that why he was pinning at me but not moving otherwise. He was concentrating on his breathing and would have fallen. The clerk mentioned that he falls off his perch a lot.
I wish I could take him home but the clerk was right… any change would be way too much for him. But is so sad to be abandoned like that, and to die in an environment like that. Now he is sitting in a tiny cage in store where everyone is waiting for him to die. He is waiting to die himself. One day he is going to let a breath out, close his eyes, and just go. OMG It breaks my heart.





