Lyet (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lyet) wrote,@ 2008-05-07 21:20:00 |
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Beaker, week 3
Beaker flew for the first time this past Saturday and hasn't stopped since. We got him a big, beautiful parrot cage. I also came to grips with the fact that I'm a terrible rehabber and probably won't let him go. He's so used to people (and cats!) that he has no fear, and in our mostly-urban area and our cat-friendly condo complex, that wouldn't be the best thing. I'm occasionally assaulted with waves of guilt over this, but someone reminded me that by taking him in altogether, I've given him a chance at life that he never would have had. I'm sticking to the story that if he starts to show signs of stress, and a desire to be out in the world, I will let him go.
Speaking of stress, he dislikes going to bed at night and away from me. He is sitting on my thigh right now while I type, happily preening away, and has no idea that despite his birdie-crying, he will be going back to the cage for bed. He doesn't have a problem with the cage any other time (although he prefers to be out of it and visiting me) except at night.
He looks like a mourning dove now, not like a Nazgul, and I haven't photographed him since last weekend. He's beautiful and I love him. Even though I put him to bed when he doesn't want to go.
Beaker flew for the first time this past Saturday and hasn't stopped since. We got him a big, beautiful parrot cage. I also came to grips with the fact that I'm a terrible rehabber and probably won't let him go. He's so used to people (and cats!) that he has no fear, and in our mostly-urban area and our cat-friendly condo complex, that wouldn't be the best thing. I'm occasionally assaulted with waves of guilt over this, but someone reminded me that by taking him in altogether, I've given him a chance at life that he never would have had. I'm sticking to the story that if he starts to show signs of stress, and a desire to be out in the world, I will let him go.
Speaking of stress, he dislikes going to bed at night and away from me. He is sitting on my thigh right now while I type, happily preening away, and has no idea that despite his birdie-crying, he will be going back to the cage for bed. He doesn't have a problem with the cage any other time (although he prefers to be out of it and visiting me) except at night.
He looks like a mourning dove now, not like a Nazgul, and I haven't photographed him since last weekend. He's beautiful and I love him. Even though I put him to bed when he doesn't want to go.
