About two weeks ago, I was up in the Dallas area and visited Tree Top Bird Center, a well-esteemed bird store. If you’re ever in the area, I suggest going in for a browse. I went in to get some birdie toys and they were having a 50% off sale, so that was awesome.
There was a Macaw that was up for adoption as a result of being given up by her owners. Her name was Tempest, and evidently the owners were having a baby so they got rid of her. (This is common, by the way. The average parrot will see 5 homes in its lifetime. A parrot’s lifetime ranges from 30 – 80+ years depending on the species and care.)
I was not interested in adopting another bird, since I already had birdies. Also, Tempest had a sign that said that she hated women, and quite honestly, I was freaked out by the fact the bird was pretty much named “Violent Storm.” On my way out, my dad said “Don’t forget to say goodbye to Tempest!” So I did. “Bye sweetie! I hope you get a good home!”
Tempest came over, reached through the cage, grabbed three of my fingers for dear life, and started staring at me.
Yeah, Tempest got a “good home” that night. LOL
She has NOT lived up to her name, as she is the gushiest, sweetest parrot I have. She’s even nicer than LUNA, and that is saying A LOT.
I decided to rename her Ava. I think Ava, A-bird, A-team, Avian, just a nice sweet girly name.
She doesn’t scream. She doesn’t bite. She doesn’t curse. She doesn’t follow me around trying to eat my clothes/sneakers/flip flops.
She DOES love sugar cookies, and she cleans her bowl every night when I cook the birds their nightly meal. She also gets it all over her face and doesn’t bother to wipe it off.
Peace. Love. Birdies. 