Thank you very much for the warm welcomes!
I mainly log onto the forums while there is a downtime at the shop.
I have had 6 greys all together. 2 I lost to Aspergillosis and or the effects of the early meds to treat the disease.
My first was a wild caught timneh. He was a wonderful companion who blossomed with love and compassion. He came up for adoption through my club and was deemed "fiesty, Nasty and couldnt be held without a glove" Otis, never saw a glove with me and started me on discovering just how intellegent they really are.
With that came Sampson Bell. He was the little love of my life. He accompanied me all over and we went to schools, town events and memorials together. We taught people how to properly take care of parrots, and how they interact with people. He was jokingly made the mascot for the Army Aviation National Guard unit #2, because he stole more attention then the helicopters that my husband would fly into for public events.
Then there was the day my life changed.Sampson was diagnosed with Asper. In desperation, I wrote to Dr Pepperberg because I knew Alex had survived the disease. That started my friendship with Dr P, and me becoming a volunteer & helping with fundraising for the foundation.
Sadly,Otis and Sampson both passed on due to asper.
When Sam's little light left me, I located a little baby in NYS that was for sale. My husband (then boyfriend) surprised me with him and an engagement ring that christmas.
So, Sydney, now 6, came home.
Then shortly after that I was told of a disabled cag looking for a special home. I contacted the breeder and talked about bringing her home. Unfortuatly my father got ill, and he couldnt live at home anymore. I took his two greys to live with me.
Bubba, never liked me. He made that quite clear growing up. Tho I did not want to place him, I needed to make sure he was happy as well. He would not have been happy in my home. After a few months of him being there, I was able to have a friend who also knew my dad, take him in. Bubba is very happy in his home, and he is very loved. Stirling, my fathers other grey, remains a cherished member of my family. He is in his mid to late 20's.
With the two greys coming in, I did not have room for the disabled grey, so she sadly was put on the back burner. I kept intouch with the breeder, and sent toys so the bird would feel like she was loved.
Turns out after 9 months with the breeder, Miss Emma Lynn came home to live her life out with me.
So thats the story of my beloved family.<br><br>Post edited by: platinumparrot, at: 2009/01/08 23:10