It's true. I am terrified of birds. I have been trapped both in my house and in my car because there were just too many birds for me to risk going outside. I have been known to cower in the middle of a parking lot in tears because the birds fly too low and seem to come out of nowhere.
So how did I end up here?
My daughter moved out of the house, my husband doesn't want to start over with a baby and I'm allergic to my dog. So for my husband's birthday I got him a little 7 week old green cheek conure off of Craigslist. I was not told beforehand that this little bird was still being hand fed until I got home that night and realized that the following day I would be alone with him and have to figure out how to feed him. It was terrifying but so rewarding the first time he snuggled up on my chest and went to sleep. He's now just over a year old and still the baby of the family. My spoiled rotten little George.
Then we have what my husband hopes to be breeders, a pair of parakeets and two pair of lovebirds. These birds really do not like human contact. They are happy to chirp and sing and whistle all day long as long as we do not attempt to touch them. I still have a fear of these six so I'm content to sit back and talk to them from a distance. They are so sweet and loving to one another, each with a very distinct personality.
While looking for the lovebirds, I ran across our cockatiel. He was being sold for $20 from some people who "didn't have the time anymore" and I just felt so bad for him. He had been sold and passed around so many times that they didn't know how many owners he had or how old he was. They had him in a cage that may have been suitable for a single parakeet and that's where he was 24/7 with only a single perch. He really touched me deeply and I had to give him something better. It took us weeks to get our sweet JOJO to even come to the door of the cage. He is so scared of people and so untrusting. He's coming around slowly. Now he will yell for me to come freshen his food and water every morning and to open his cage so he can explore the aviary. He still doesn't like to be touched but I can hold and move him with a perch. Sometimes if it's very calm he will sit on my shoulder, but I'm still not allowed to hold him yet. But we are getting there. I do love my sweet JOJO. My heart melts every time I see him playing with a toy which he just started to do last week.
Now the only bird I have ever wanted for myself was a rose breasted cockatoo. I told my husband that aside from JOJO I would only get another bird if it were a baby like George where I could bond early without so much fear. So out of boredom we went to a store one day and through the nursery window I saw her. My sweet little six week old rose breasted cockatoo. It was love at first site. I'm not able to bring her home until she weened and I'm starting to think that may never happen. I've only been waiting for two weeks but it feels like an eternity. We go visit her often and each time we do I fall more and more in love with her. Last time we went she ran over and jumped in my arms running up to rest her beak on my cheek as soon as she saw me. I'm so in love with her I just cried. I can't wait to get my baby home.
And that is it for us and birds. I cannot bring any more home. I don't have time for more without those that have losing attention which I do not want to happen. It's difficult spending a lot of time with them when we have to keep George and JOJO apart but they just don't seem to care for one another. George will try to play and roll balls to JOJO but JOJO doesn't trust any living creatures and runs away crying. It breaks my heart what they did to this poor sweet bird. I could go on for hours talking about my babies, but I'll end it here since I'm sure you're already pretty bored.
Vivian
And yes, I still freak out and run from birds I do not know.





