FoxersArtist
06-17-2008, 05:02 PM
That's how I describe Peggy Sue. I love all of my little feathered kids but there is something about Peggy that is just extra special and I know that we will be soulmates forever. She's my angel and was sent by God. She was also our very first large rehome and I am thankful that she has been gracious enough to forgive me through my mistakes.
Before we really had any reputation as a "rescue" we often paid people to take their unwanted birds. This gained us experience and a reputation and eventually people started seeking us out instead of us having to find birds to buy and work with. One summer I got it in my head that I would really like to start working with large parrots. we had experience with amazons and african greys, but I had limited experiences with macaws & cockatoos.
I told Andy that I wanted to work with a rehomed macaw for my birthday and he agreed that if I found a bird that liked me, we could adopt her instead of rehoming her after we worked with her. I belonged to an online chat room for bird lovers and someone sent me a newspaper ad from somewhere in FL regarding a macaw who needed a new home. They were asking full price for her but I decided to call anyway.
When I called I instantly heard this bird shrieking in the background. I could hardly hear over the bird. The woman sounded desperate, but heartbroken to be giving her up. Her name was Peggy Sue. Who names a macaw Peggy Sue? I had no idea what I was doing and no way of even knowing what this bird was like. I had never seen a picture and knew only that she had a screaming problem and that the husband was going to snap is something wasn't done right away. I offered to send a check for her the minute I got off the phone and had it in the mailbox only minutes later.
Peggy's owners agreed to ship her to me and I cannot describe how giddy I felt when we arrived at the cargo bay to pick her up. What if she doesn't like me? We got her into the car and because she had been crammed into a tiny carrier with her tail bent all the way back around so that it was touching her toes, I couldn't stand the thought of her being in there a moment longer. I opened the carrier door despite my better judgement and peggy waddled out, climbed up my chest, layed her head on my shoulder, fluffed her feathers, and I gave her a much needed headrub all the way home.
At first I thought this bird was too good to be true. She must just be in shock from the trip. Oh no, my Peggy has only gotten more animated, sweet, and loving from that moment onward. Out of all the places she could have gone, we found eachother and I know that we were meant to be. When I stop and think about how much I love my Peggy, I feel sick! She is truely my little feathered angel and I would be lost without her.
-Anna
Before we really had any reputation as a "rescue" we often paid people to take their unwanted birds. This gained us experience and a reputation and eventually people started seeking us out instead of us having to find birds to buy and work with. One summer I got it in my head that I would really like to start working with large parrots. we had experience with amazons and african greys, but I had limited experiences with macaws & cockatoos.
I told Andy that I wanted to work with a rehomed macaw for my birthday and he agreed that if I found a bird that liked me, we could adopt her instead of rehoming her after we worked with her. I belonged to an online chat room for bird lovers and someone sent me a newspaper ad from somewhere in FL regarding a macaw who needed a new home. They were asking full price for her but I decided to call anyway.
When I called I instantly heard this bird shrieking in the background. I could hardly hear over the bird. The woman sounded desperate, but heartbroken to be giving her up. Her name was Peggy Sue. Who names a macaw Peggy Sue? I had no idea what I was doing and no way of even knowing what this bird was like. I had never seen a picture and knew only that she had a screaming problem and that the husband was going to snap is something wasn't done right away. I offered to send a check for her the minute I got off the phone and had it in the mailbox only minutes later.
Peggy's owners agreed to ship her to me and I cannot describe how giddy I felt when we arrived at the cargo bay to pick her up. What if she doesn't like me? We got her into the car and because she had been crammed into a tiny carrier with her tail bent all the way back around so that it was touching her toes, I couldn't stand the thought of her being in there a moment longer. I opened the carrier door despite my better judgement and peggy waddled out, climbed up my chest, layed her head on my shoulder, fluffed her feathers, and I gave her a much needed headrub all the way home.
At first I thought this bird was too good to be true. She must just be in shock from the trip. Oh no, my Peggy has only gotten more animated, sweet, and loving from that moment onward. Out of all the places she could have gone, we found eachother and I know that we were meant to be. When I stop and think about how much I love my Peggy, I feel sick! She is truely my little feathered angel and I would be lost without her.
-Anna