Friday, September 7, 2007
Non-Wounded Bird - Only His Feelings are Hurt . . .
Meet Morph, the Half Moon Conure. His little bird brain is convinced that he rules the roost at our place. Morph was found on the street here in Gracias. He was already tame, but his wings had not been clipped, and he was free as a . . . well, you know. However, Morph didn't seem to know what to do with his freedom, so he was living on the streets, potentially attracting dangerous companions, who would lead him astray, or possibly eat him. Not a pretty story.
He was brought to us by a friend, who hoped that we would encourage this young bird to live a safer lifestyle. In spite of his 'foundling' status, he maintains his King of the Streets attitude, and now bosses our family around unmercifully. If his wishes are not granted, we suffer his noisy wrath!
Kirstin is his preferred slave, and his usual source of transportation. During daylight hours, he pretty much lives on her shoulder, or atop her head. If Kirstin eats or drinks anything appealing, he runs down her arm and dives in! Kirstin has to be especially careful when consuming anything hot.
This week, the unnamed wounded bird joined our household. Morph is miffed. He sits on Kirstin, and watches her minister to the baby's needs. But you can tell, he's unsettled. His world has turned upside down, and he isn't sure what to make of this newcomer in his realm.
Today, Morph tried to join the baby bird in his box, but we were unsure of his intentions, so we distracted him toward other pursuits.
Poor Morph! I keep expecting him to start dragging a wing, or something, so that we'll all return to paying what he considers an appropriate amount of attention to him!