RC and Me

RC, first son of Kia & George Solomon Eclectus, was gift to my partner. Not yet winged, I put him outside for sun. Time to feed again, I went to a empty cage. In a state of shock, I just stood there thinking this can’t be real - He Is Gone… I must have put him somewhere else. Not! Sick to my stomach I looked for RC for two days --sun up to sun down. How am I going to tell Bob, I just lost his baby. Me, who should no better lost a baby. The third day, at day-break, I am out looking for RC, once again. I think I hear him, he is far, but I hear him. I ran into the woods-- I did hear him, but I can’t see him. Finally, I spotted him and he got silent. I understood why… looking higher I saw a hawk circling. That’s why! He was at tree top. He didn’t seem to know how to fly down, he tried when he saw me. He just could not get it. It started to rain, accompanied by a lot of wind. I heard birds can’t fly wet (myth debunked)! RC could fly just fine. He followed me home tree-top to tree-top, how was I going to do this???? The next morning, he let the neighborhood know he was hungry. The buds I saw him eating, weren’t enough. I put out cages, his parents, nothing seemed to work. I thought “microwave,” he always reacted to the microwave, because he knew he was going to be fed. The beeping sound did it. He started buzzing the house. He disappeared again and it got silent. Once again, I saw why, the hawks were circling over-head. Not eating for several days, my mind went back to Bob. He usually checks in by now. I thought, PLEASE DON’T CALL, PLEASE DON’T CALL… Bob called… I tried to sound normal. The first thing he said was, “what’s wrong?”. I lost it and told him. He said he was on his way down after work to help. Mid-day RC started buzzing the house again. This time he was lower and landed on my neighbor’s roof. With a ladder and a net at the ready, a few more tries and he landed on my roof. He was just out of reach. I remembered my net had an extension on it. After locking it in, I GOT HIM!!!!! He was more scared than happy. After he calmed down, I clipped his wings (real fast), and fed him (typical male--food is what did it). RC fell asleep in my arms……….. There’s No Place Like Home…

OMA CHUCKA LEAO

By Lola I have known Pat for over 7 or 8 yrs now and Thank God I do. She has helped me so many times I would be typing all day but, I narrowed it down to 1 my Oma: Her official name is OMA CHUCKA LEAO PER MY 3 yr. old at the time now 9. Well, I decided I would like to breed my Kisser [rip] and get a mate because, he was so sweet never had one like him again, so I called a pet store for birds in Honesdale,They had a pure white female cockatiel so a friend of mine picked her up for me while I was at work. When I got her home she was just petrified and took a hold of my finger, then started to fly right into a wall. Well, she just didn't act right at all and well, I called PAT. She took my Oma in, took her to MANY vet appointments and cared for Miss. Oma until her recent passing. I am sure PAT did by far a better job than I ever could have with OMA and this is another reason why Pat is so particular about who adopts her birds, Because a situation like this, I was a single mom who worked full time back then and could not provide the care this bird needed so PAT did, with no cost to me. So, lesson learned and praises to my friend and bird mentor Pat.By the way Miss. Oma turned out to be partially blind so you could imagine the care she required. PEACE ALWAYS Lara aka Lola

Peekachoo

"This is so long coming and I am sorry. I want to tell you how grateful I am in the adoption of my amazon parrot. I think you made a big mistake because he is the worlds most perfect bird. I vowed I would never have another bird when my little Harry died, I threw away his cage..everything. There was not one day that went by that he didn't do something to make me laugh, and the times he bit my ear (when I was on the phone) will not be expressed at this moment. Slowly I found myself hanging out in pet shops talking to the birds and laughing that I began to have second thoughts. I must admit it was love at first sight when I saw Peekachoo. He had me at "Hello" and then he laughed and asked me, "Are you a good boy". Latter he told me, "I love you my precious baby". I was in love! He had a bit of a sad story. He was rescued in New york his owner had died and his little cage buddy died defending him. I took him home in a wrapped in a cuddly blanket he was so tame. I left him alone without attempting to bother him for a few days. I wanted him to feel secure and loved. My vet said he was probably ancient but this I truly know...he was so loved, and his gentleness inspires me. I think birds are a direct link to "God" Each has a distinct personality and so individual and when you get to know them intimately you come to realize that they are creatures capable of love and more intelligent than we think possible. Nightly we have "love in's". I place him on my chest while watching T.V. giving neck tickles, rubbing his back, and smoothing out his wing feathers He even lets me rub under his wings! It's in these moments I am positive my blood pressure goes down many points. I become stress free! When I give him a shower he lifts his wings as if to say..."Don't forget the pits". When the dog barks he becomes "Super Parrot" and sqwalks loudly to sound the alarm. I am very impressed so much sound can come from so small a bird! When I have company he chimes right in talking and laughing which helps when there is a lull in the conversation. His gentleness is what astounds me! Sometimes he holds my finger in his beak so I can rub his neck and cheek. Truly he not only inspires me but gives me so much pleasure...I am sooo in love. Thank you for your kindness and this wonderful beautiful bird. When you adopt out know the joy you provide happiness for both the person and the bird. God Bless you and Thank You from the bottom of my heart. Marie

Frances

Hi Pat: I wanted to thank you for our new little canary he is doing very well and gets along beautifully with Frances. I play the bird recording from early morning to early evening and they just dance all around the cage. Billy decided to name the male Richard Nixon , that's right Richard Nixon strange as it seems. I have been taking all the food out of the cage in the evening and have had no problems with the mice. Also I wanted to say thank you so much for being there when Frances took what I thought was a stroke and you reassured me it was. I'll never forget the day I called you because for sure I thought I was going to lose her. I explained all that was going on and you gave great advice and you also told me to follow my instincts . Food and water was essential and so I started with the water and was feeding her continuously through the day and night. She never refused to take the water from my finger and as the days went by I started to give her seed by hand and again she did not refuse to eat. It was just the poor old girl could not stand to eat by herself. Physical therapy seemed the natural thing to follow so I put fleece blankets in the cage, socks and face cloths. The blankets held her up fairly well and I used the socks and face cloths as fillers to prop her up against her tiny stand and mirror combo. As the days went on I pushed her to stand on her water dish of course with all the props and eventually she was doing more and more. She was going to make it and I knew it. I had a little fighter. To my surprise several weeks later she flew off the bottom perch and up to the top and since then she has been doing great. Without your encouragement I don't know if I would of even have thought to do all of those things to keep her alive. I must have driven you crazy with the telephone calls and I bet you were ever so happy to hear that all was well. Thanks to you Frances now has a room- mate that we adopted last week and they both seem very happy. Thanks again, Dorene

Eclectus

Dear Pat, What can I say but thank you a million times. Pat had asked me to foster an Eclectus ( a bald one at that). Let me tell you about this bird; he is the most loving and funny bird I have every come across. At first he was scared stiff not knowing where he was going or what kind of life he would have. After many weeks of singing and talking to this bird he came around and boy he hasn’t stopped. We cuddle on the couch at night, we play peek a boo, hide and seek, and he greats me with a big “Hi Hon” when I come home; we also visit Pat when we go for ice cream. I don’t know how she does it. I currently have 8 parrots and they consume every minute of my time, I don’t own them, they own me. I wouldn’t give hawk up for any amount of money, he may be bald but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Thank you Pat and I look forward to more visits and hopefully more rescues. It’s all about the birds….. Jackie Balas

Bart

Dear Ms. Pat: This Sunday will be one week since we gave our Double Yellow head Parrot "Bart" to you. We can not thank you enough for providing a home for our feathered friend and many more you have taken in. I hope whomever is reading this realizes the birds you give "freedom" to are not all mistreated or abused. Some come from loving homes. As for my husband and I, our life has changed and Bart became demanding of time that we just didn't have. We found out afterwards that Bart was a female and she just needed companionship and that was one thing we didn't know or didn't have. I thank you for knowing enough about birds that you recognized all the signs of loneliness that one bird craves the attention of another of their kind. If anyone is thinking about adoption please do your homework and if you are a bird owner that might be at wits end not knowing what to do with your demanding bird...please I promise you Pat will find an awesome home for your loving pet. Thank you again Ms. Pat....I miss our Bartie, but I know its just me...I know he/she is fine! Sherry~