I’m downsizing. Really, I am. And the reason I have 10 more birds than I did at this time last month is mere happenstance. I am too kind-hearted, too in love with birds, and too crazy to really set my goals and stick to them. Let me explain.
Last week I told you the story of Honey Bun, now Bun Bun. He’s so in love with the other birds in my indoor flock, it would be cruel to rip him away from them and rehome him now. That would be the third change for him, and no guarantee if that would be the last. So he stays. That’s one.
I received a phone call from a dear friend who has had medical issues and needs to downsize urgently for her health and for the health of her birds. The last time I rescued a large group of lovebird, someone had passed away and left over 100 birds to be rehomed. She was a hoarder who almost never let anyone inside her 4 bedroom home. Not only was her living room and dining room full of birds and cages, but all four bedrooms plus some cages down the hallway. It was not a pretty sight.
After that experience, I loved the fact that this intelligent woman knew she had to act fast. She told me she had about ten birds and all their cages to go. Also, she wouldn’t mind if I rehomed the birds to others as long as they went to good homes. I contacted a friend who took my lovebirds when I decided to stop breeding and she is excited to take some of the lovies.
The very day that I got this call was my regular meeting night for a support group. I had a bird club meeting on Saturday so Sunday would be the day when I could talk my husband into driving south with me to get the birds and their cages in our van. I left off mentioning it to him, however, until after the meeting. Fate saw its opening and jumped in.
During my meeting, I got a text from Mike saying he had gotten tickets for Avengers: End Game on Sunday! A three-hour movie with a start time of 12:30 completely removed any available time for bird transportation. When I got home, I told Mike about my problem and we agreed it would need to be Saturday during the day. The earliest she would be ready for me would be noon.
We headed south on Saturday at about 11 am. We took the “back way” as Mike doesn’t like driving on freeways. On that Saturday, we encountered a lot more traffic than we expected to. We got to the pick up spot at a little after 12. The house is on a rise with double back stairs leading to the front door. The back is similar, with two smaller sets of stairs and a long unpaved slope to the sidewalk. This was going to be fun. Like a root canal or a flat tire.
Inside, we met the birds and helped my friend sort out the ones she wanted to keep and the ones that could go. I ended up with 8 birds, all put one pair in separate cages. The racks the cages were on were also to go. We took her advice and moved one rack with all the cages in place out the back door. While Mike found ways to stuff the cages into the van, I went back in to help get clips and plastic and towels off of the remaining cages. One female peach face was out front in an aviary, all alone, so I went out to net her and then found a small cage to put her in. She had no water or food so we wanted to hurry.
The rest of the birds we took cage by cage out the front door. The rack came separately. We pushed and pulled and remembered when we played Tetris. Finally, everything fit in and all the doors closed. We got on the freeway for the trip home.
I planned to put the two racks in the bird room which would have worked if the two racks had both been in good shape. But only one of them was usable so I had to bring in one of my cage racks that was too big. The van had been stuffed, the room now is stuffed. We raced around making sure everyone had water and food. My friend wanted some of her dishes back so I replaced them with my bowls. Any day now their forever mom will come and get them because I am starting to get attached. We can’t be having that.
Birds in need are a weakness of mine but so far I have managed to say no to the large parrots and to any long-lived parrots that will live longer than I will. The little birds are harder to say no to. And next time, I’ll tell you about my hand feeding adventures with a species totally new to me. Meanwhile, I’m going out to take care of the doves and finches. Thanks for reading, I’ll be back next Sunday.