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asterrocSo it turns out that Tico is slang for people from Costa Rica, and is also the name of a character in Dora the Explorer (a purple squirrel). Hm, I'm not so hot on that. I'm leaning slightly towards Raffaele, but Tycho is still tempting.
Whatever his name is, I picked him up this evening. Maria's granddaughters (Charlie's neices) were there (Charlie's at work until 10pm, I think), and one translated when Maria and I couldn't make ourselves understood directly - she's a very sweet woman. As the elder granddaughter put it, we're sharing The Bird - I *thin* Maria meant that we're co-owners, but I'm not sure. I'm not entirely comfortable with being a co-owner, rather than being owner with her as favorite neighbor/frequent sitter, but we'll see. If it came to a fight, I'm bringing him to a vet tomorrow so there'll be that documentation for him as mine, but if it came to a fight I am not yet attached enough to want to bother fighting... Just a wierd situation, though I get the impression that it's more common in Latino/a families. I did tell Maria (through granddaughter #1 - #2 didn't talk much though she smiled a bunch) that I was planning to go to away for a couple weeks in July, and was it ok if I brought him with me or would she rather have him at that time (either would actually be fine w/ me, as less commotion might be better for him, or staying w/ the same person might be better, who knows), and she said it was ok if I took him - I'm glad we had the translator for that one.
He's not the most social yet, though I anticipate that will improve with time. Right now he's sitting atop this ornamentation that's all over my apartment's doorways. I'm letting him stay there for now so he can get used to me being around. He matches the yellow walls and white trim. Tomorrow I'm taking him to the vet for a general exam, to confirm he's male (that's what Maria says too), to get an age estimate, nail clippings, wing clippings, and so on. One of his nostrils is torn upwards, but it looks like an old injury as far as I can tell. I weighed him Thursday at 81 g (remember, Peeper was a runt at 75-85g, and 90-110g is normal), but today he was a nice 91 g. At the time, they said they hadn't seen him eating since they got him on last Tuesday, so perhaps he was just starving himself out of shock. He's been eating since, but I'm not sure if he will now that he's with me, we'll see.
He steps up with physical prompting (pushing on his chest so he'd fall over otherwise), and often does it without the push, but he doesn't do it on command, and he doesn't know how to step down, or even really slide off my hand. Hopefully that will come with time. I'm going to take him into my bedroom where his cage and my bed are located after this post, and just sit with him for a while. I have a book to read, and some clothes to do repairs on (a pants button is about to come off, and some sleep pants have a seam coming apart - NO, I'm not fat and busting out of my clothes, you punk). We'll spend that time together and with time he'll grow to know me.
Whatever his name is, I picked him up this evening. Maria's granddaughters (Charlie's neices) were there (Charlie's at work until 10pm, I think), and one translated when Maria and I couldn't make ourselves understood directly - she's a very sweet woman. As the elder granddaughter put it, we're sharing The Bird - I *thin* Maria meant that we're co-owners, but I'm not sure. I'm not entirely comfortable with being a co-owner, rather than being owner with her as favorite neighbor/frequent sitter, but we'll see. If it came to a fight, I'm bringing him to a vet tomorrow so there'll be that documentation for him as mine, but if it came to a fight I am not yet attached enough to want to bother fighting... Just a wierd situation, though I get the impression that it's more common in Latino/a families. I did tell Maria (through granddaughter #1 - #2 didn't talk much though she smiled a bunch) that I was planning to go to away for a couple weeks in July, and was it ok if I brought him with me or would she rather have him at that time (either would actually be fine w/ me, as less commotion might be better for him, or staying w/ the same person might be better, who knows), and she said it was ok if I took him - I'm glad we had the translator for that one.
He's not the most social yet, though I anticipate that will improve with time. Right now he's sitting atop this ornamentation that's all over my apartment's doorways. I'm letting him stay there for now so he can get used to me being around. He matches the yellow walls and white trim. Tomorrow I'm taking him to the vet for a general exam, to confirm he's male (that's what Maria says too), to get an age estimate, nail clippings, wing clippings, and so on. One of his nostrils is torn upwards, but it looks like an old injury as far as I can tell. I weighed him Thursday at 81 g (remember, Peeper was a runt at 75-85g, and 90-110g is normal), but today he was a nice 91 g. At the time, they said they hadn't seen him eating since they got him on last Tuesday, so perhaps he was just starving himself out of shock. He's been eating since, but I'm not sure if he will now that he's with me, we'll see. He steps up with physical prompting (pushing on his chest so he'd fall over otherwise), and often does it without the push, but he doesn't do it on command, and he doesn't know how to step down, or even really slide off my hand. Hopefully that will come with time. I'm going to take him into my bedroom where his cage and my bed are located after this post, and just sit with him for a while. I have a book to read, and some clothes to do repairs on (a pants button is about to come off, and some sleep pants have a seam coming apart - NO, I'm not fat and busting out of my clothes, you punk). We'll spend that time together and with time he'll grow to know me.
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Date: 2006-06-27 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-27 05:41 am (UTC)Sadly, I just found out that one of my close friends from high school also just had a pet pass away tonight - and earlier in the day she'd sent me a really sweet email of condolence too.
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