- when i was young, really young, my neighbor got me a bird for my birthday. i named him brandy. im not sure where i got that name from if im being honest, but he was such a brandy blue bird. a few months later my brother got jealous i had a bird and he didn’t, so my parents got him one as well. enter jinx, who we were never able to properly gender because her cere was constantly changing as she grew. my brother called her a girl, so it stuck.
we were both young though, and im sure you can see where this is going. we never took care of them properly and that responsibility feel onto my parents, who didn’t really want them in the first place. about 2 years of having, give or take, my mom got ahold of a sweet old lady who had taken care of birds her whole life. we gave them to her and for a while she gave my parents updates about how they were doing, and then they just tapered off. i still feel guilty for how these two were treated in our care though.
dont get me wrong, we weren’t mean to them, they had fresh food and water every day and a clean cage at least once a week. but they were socially neglected by me and my brother. i dont think he ever talked to them, and only once in a blue moon would i spend time talking to them until my short 6 yro attention span got distracted. as an adult now, i sometimes wish my parents had never agreed for my neighbor to get me a bird. but that experience taught me a lot and im glad that they got sent to a nice lady.
dont get you or your kids, if you have any, a bird unless you are 100% ready and responsible enough for it. theyre a lot of work. they need constant attention when youre home. they need love and care just like any other pet, not to be locked in a cage and ignored. they need to fly. and not everyone is willing or ready to provide that.
on a more lighter note, ive been doing some heavy research into conures and one day, most-definitely years from now, when i get a house or apartment im thinking about getting one.
