Sometimes you get a weekend, sometimes the weekend gets you.


This weekend, although productive, was a comedy of errors.

It all started when we went to the bird show. After gearing all up, and getting out there, we found that the show was Sunday, not Sat. *sigh*

Went back to Orlando and picked up Kiko the bird, our latest rescue, which I will go more into later.

Went over to Martin's to pick up his power washer, came back and found I forgot the nozzle for it.

Then the finch that was having all the problems, died. *sigh* We buried him with full honors and food for the afterlife.

Next day, went back with Phoenix (and Kiko) to get the nozzle, and the car broke down. The battery was leaking and ate the power terminal bolt, almost the entire way through. Had to get towed to an auto parts store and got the battery installed.

Got home, and cooked catfish for dinner, and it had gone bad in the fridge.

*sigh* what a weekend.

So, let me talk about our new little friend Kiko.

Kiko is a Black Headed Caique and is the cutest little bird you have ever seen.
And we got to him just in time.

As you will see from the pictures, he was just on borderline of doing himself some real damage.

What is sad, is that this is such a typical situation. The woman we got her from isnt a bad woman, but someone who got in over their heads with a bird they couldnt take care of. This woman started off with a happy bird, then she had to get two jobs to support herself. Hence, the bird got absolutely no attention, and the sanitary condition of her cage went down. We had visited Kiko several months ago and the owner had decided that she wanted to sell us the bird, instead of give him up for rescue. We told her we take birds on a rescue basis, and that if we had to buy rescue birds, we would go broke fast. She said ok, and Phoenix told me to wait; that she would give us a call back soon. Phoenix was right! She did call us, but I did not know the bird would be in the condition its in, in such little time. We got there, and I hauled the cage out, which the woman had said had not been cleaned in a week, but I have to say, it hadnt been cleaned in at least a couple of months (which is why I needed the power washer from Martin). It was so bad, that in the little cleaning we did the bird poop had taken the paint off in some sections. Got to find me some cage paint. Its a California cage too! (A little to small for the bird, but a nice brand of cage) So we drug out Sinbads old cage (which was too small for Sinbad, but just the right size for Kiko) and he is happy as a clam.
The first thing he did when he came home was eat like a starving man. I think he likes all the varied foods we are able to provide, particulary the carrots and the dried papaya. He had his head in food for a good couple of hours! The one thing we did notice (besides his physical condition) is that he freaks out when we put him in his cage and leave. The seperation anxiety is pulpable. It just breaks your heart.

Well, enough ranting. Its birds like this is why we take in these poor souls and do our best to make them happy.