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asterrocFrom this morning.
I was playing with all sorts of birds, the size of Quakers or Conures, bright green and blue and orange, scratching their heads. The poor orange one, same color as orange sherbert, had something wrong with its right eye, but as I scratched her she opened it and I saw it was a cataract.
I think the reason I keep dreaming these dreams about scratching birds is that Gabriel doesn't let me scratch him, and I don't feel like we're really bonding. Rationally I'm sure most of that is my really hectic schedule and how I don't have any time to spend with him. Here at astrocamp, he spends most of the day in his cage, and when I'm around I'm working on the computer on my online class, or else sleeping. So I haven't had the time to devote to him, getting him used to me, getting him comfortable with playing outside the cage, and so on. He's been enjoying a couple of his toys though, and he's perfectly content being in his cage all the time, he never has an urge to leave it, so I don't think he's noticing the neglect, it's just me.
After the dream this morning though, I found myself tempted to call it in, and give him to my neighbors, his godparents. They like him a lot, they enjoy his reclusive personality as is, and then I would feel free to buy a hand-raised conure from a breeder who'd know me from just after birth, or even one from a pet store that crooned as I walked by and stuck its head on the cage for a scratch from me. I miss that affection, that unconditional love, that I got from Peeper. Peeper I would've taken outside here to enjoy the sun with me; Gabe it seems like it would be a chore, I'd have to watch him not falling off of me w/ his clipped nails and wings, or if he'd had full feathers he would've just flown away.
Maybe I should set myself a deadline like end of Fall semester and if by then Gabe doesn't seem to like me any more, I'll ask my neighbors if they want him for good and look for a new bird. Sad.
I was playing with all sorts of birds, the size of Quakers or Conures, bright green and blue and orange, scratching their heads. The poor orange one, same color as orange sherbert, had something wrong with its right eye, but as I scratched her she opened it and I saw it was a cataract.
I think the reason I keep dreaming these dreams about scratching birds is that Gabriel doesn't let me scratch him, and I don't feel like we're really bonding. Rationally I'm sure most of that is my really hectic schedule and how I don't have any time to spend with him. Here at astrocamp, he spends most of the day in his cage, and when I'm around I'm working on the computer on my online class, or else sleeping. So I haven't had the time to devote to him, getting him used to me, getting him comfortable with playing outside the cage, and so on. He's been enjoying a couple of his toys though, and he's perfectly content being in his cage all the time, he never has an urge to leave it, so I don't think he's noticing the neglect, it's just me.
After the dream this morning though, I found myself tempted to call it in, and give him to my neighbors, his godparents. They like him a lot, they enjoy his reclusive personality as is, and then I would feel free to buy a hand-raised conure from a breeder who'd know me from just after birth, or even one from a pet store that crooned as I walked by and stuck its head on the cage for a scratch from me. I miss that affection, that unconditional love, that I got from Peeper. Peeper I would've taken outside here to enjoy the sun with me; Gabe it seems like it would be a chore, I'd have to watch him not falling off of me w/ his clipped nails and wings, or if he'd had full feathers he would've just flown away.
Maybe I should set myself a deadline like end of Fall semester and if by then Gabe doesn't seem to like me any more, I'll ask my neighbors if they want him for good and look for a new bird. Sad.
