liz wrote:I love to read your posts. It is as if you work in a nursery school with a bunch of feathered kids. You have a real feel for them.
I actually have to get less attached. A couple of weeks ago, a bunch of birds had to be shipped off to be fostered with another rescue. I was devestated. When a bird is going to be adopted, we know it's happening, and it's a process that takes a while. And they tend to go one at a time. This was too many, and too sudden for me to handle. It felt more like a death. I left on Friday and they were there; on Saturday they were gone. It took me about a week to get over. And even now, when Casey Grey sees me coming and say "Hi Cathie!" I get upset. (Cathie was the 2-year-old grey next to him. I guess I must have said hi to her every time I walked by) She was so scared when she came to us, but I had just gotten her to the point where I could bring her into the kitchen with me as I made chop. I loved that bird, but someone who is 50 isnt the right candidate for a grey who is 18 months old. She's better off in a home than in the rescue. I just hope whoever is fostering her will keep her. I don't want her to move, again. Not that I guess I'd know if she did.