We found Skittles underneath one of the dealership's cars, waiting to be rescued. I scooped him up and he ran into my shirt to hide in the process. All of the staff and customers clapped and cheered and I skipped making a car appointment and just took him home to spoil the heck out of him and made a vet appointment to make everything was okay.
So, I already feel like a terrible bird owner for that but there's another thing I did that I'm not proud of...I clipped his wings again. I know, I'm about to get a wall of angry text from you guys about how it's my fault, not his and I realize that. I SHOULD have him trained on a harness if I want to take him out with me so this type of thing doesn't happen. The fact that I lapsed in his training is my fault entirely. But I am just SO AFRAID that something like this could happen again before I get him trained well enough to go out with unclipped wings. I want to be able to take him out on the front or back porch so he can see and hear the sights without being terrified I might lose him. This is the only way I can do that until he's harness trained.
Believe me, I am really, really sad about this. Watching him learn to fly was sort of like watching your kid learn how to walk. I was so proud of him. He was even learning how to fly to his perch! God, I feel so bad...but I just don't see any other way until I get him using a harness to let him see the outside other than carrying his travel cage around...
Lessons learned:
* Cutting a flighted bird's wings feels really, really awful
* Don't get too relaxed when your bird is around
* Birds will never be predictable, even when you think you know them, you don't
* Harness training, harness training, harness training
Ugh, part of me just wants to go find a dark corner and hide...






