by entrancedbymyGCC » Tue Jan 18, 2011 2:47 pm
He got me into birds! He's the one with all the experience. We held off for years because we figured we'd have Sake, who had been his bird that went to stay with his mother while he was out of the country for a couple of years, but he bonded to Harriet like glue. Unfortunately, Sake predeceased her by mere months. So when we'd recovered from all of that, we started thinking about getting a bird and here we are.
As you guessed, I'm the main cleaner and feeder, although Bill does the evening sprouts if he's home before me, and he does everything if I'm out of town and he isn't. He is Scotty's source of free nuts (ones he doesn't have to forage for) and his usual route to out of cage time. Although he left early this morning and I'm home sick, so Scotty is currently perched on the back of my office chair.
We think he came with an anti-male bias. His best friend at the bird store was a woman, she loved him to pieces (she cried when we took him home, but she had six birds at home already and he'd been there two years -- we think), and the husband of the owner who is the main groomer there, while not downright mean, could best be described as extremely perfunctory. At first Scotty would not let Bill even pet him behind the neck, whereas he'd let me touch him pretty much anywhere.
Scooter

Death Valley Scotty
