So I got a bird nearly a week and a half ago. I figured I’d make a post about the journey to get him, and something else exciting. This post will also lead into another that is more trauma based, but I feel like that should be separate.
My little white cheeked cockatiel is named Reid, after the guy from criminal minds. I don’t know how old he is, all I know is that he came from a probably abusive situation and one where he was caged with 4 other birds.
He’s shy as heck, but seems to be coming around to me slowly. He’s very sweet, some what loud which bothers me a bit but I knew what I was getting into, he’s charming and cute.
It was a long day the drive to get him. We picked up my sister after school, and headed up to the Canadian border. We stoped along the way to do some shopping because we were going to be early. We got IHOP, which was yummy.
We went into the bookstore after, but only for just a second. My sister picked out a book that was Bubble Guppies.
We still had like an hours drive up to where we were supposed to meet them. I was super anxious, and managed to keep myself somewhat under control.
We get to this house in the middle of nowhere! All there is is farms and other houses. No cell service, nothing. No one is answering the door, no one is around. There are birds in the house but no people!
I tried calling them with what little service I had and they said they forgot. I was kind of pissed to say the least. They wouldn’t be back for 45 minutes.
My sister had an accident and so we went to change her but we couldn’t even find a gas station.
We changed her and made it back to this house. They show up a few minutes later making excuses. I’m still kind of dumbfounded.
I go into their house, they show me the birds, I pick one out and in five minutes I back in my car driving back home. It was really weird how quick it all went.
It took up three hours to get home, it was thundering and lightning out, my mom had to drive slow. I make it home and I still have to clean the cage they gave me.
I’m so tried at this point, irritated because my mom has been bitchy all day. Worn out! I clean his cage, get him inside and go to bed.
Something else good happened in these past weeks too!
Her name is Greta, she’s about 8 years old. She’s just the sweetest thing on the planet! She came home on the Saturday after I adopted Reid. We went into the humane society, and like 20 minutes later we had Greta in our car.
I was surprised had how quick that adoption went too. Greta is a great match for our family! She’s sweet and gentle.
So far Greta and my bird are on good terms and don’t upset each other.
I love them both!
My next post will be more mental health/trauma related.
I also want to link an article I wrote about how Fandom hindered my healing, it’s on medium though I may link it in a post unmake about fandom and healing kind of stuff.
Thanks for reading!