Jane, I tell my kids that the plants have been here longer - do not mess with them! Send me a PM when you have time about the weekly and yearly routine of a bird. (If Mrs. Brd gets sick of me, I guess I will get a Mrs. Bird.)
Namo, I like animals but the bird was much cuter than the gigantic iguana. I never got to pet the iguana. I just fed him fruit. I sometimes wish HE ATE YOU.
A distraught Powder pulled out all his feathers when Corine was forced to leave the old folks home. He was last heard squawking, "I love you don't leave me take me with you Corine together we will save Forbidden Broadway you DESERVE free Liza tickets somebody get this woman a wheelchair BAWWWWWWWWK!"
I am glad you are ok, Sue. I am an animal lover. Not sure I will get a pet right now, but someday I really want to get a cockatoo. I do have the room for the cage and would do my best to make a perfect home for him.
It was a terrible place and the bird and pt people were the only good things about the place. The nurses were right out of horror films. I have not been back but I miss Powder and will go next week.
The place was hardly cheerful. If I was an old person and that was the last place I had to live I would rather die and most do after eating the food. Poor, Powder. He was a caged animal and I was when I was there. IT WAS A FREAKIN PRISON. Updated On: 12/17/08 at 12:51 AM
Kind of like Johanna and her green finch? Corine, I am fine, thanks. I have to ask, though, if you have not been back to visit the bird how do you know he pulled all his feathers out?
Gosh, hon, what changed your mind on the subject? The fact that you realized you didn't know what you were talking about and would kill the thing within six hours of adoption?
Also, since your brother's a lawyer and all, you might not want to post the name of the old folks home you were thrown out of along with the charge that they kill most of their residents with the food. You could end up sued for writing:
I was very depressed at Dewitt.... It was a terrible place... The nurses were right out of horror films... If I was an old person and that was the last place I had to live I would rather die and most do after eating the food.
Ask your brother, that's a serious charge.
Since you seem to detest the fact that Powder was caged, where, exactly were you planning on keeping your cockatoo? On a shelf next to your Broadway Bears?
Sue, Corine's stories never add up. She backtracks to cover conflicting details. She made up the whole thing about the missing feathers. And she's the first person on earth to "nearly die" from a broken ankle.
Oh, and since her brother's a lawyer, why didn't she sue the surgeon for sewing in the valve or whatever by mistake?
He had a lot of missing feathers when I met him. He does it to himself and I read that they do that when they are not happy. The bird did not get enough attention. I gave him the most attention there compared to the others.
Oh, stop it. I miss that bird. I don't think another bird will be as cute as he is. I think I will visit him. That solves the problem. I can visit him when I miss him and access a ride can take me. I am just not sure I want to go back there but I do miss the bird.
"I read that they do that when they are not happy."
In the link I provided you tonight.
"I can visit him when I miss him"
Oh Corine, I am sure the staff, especially the horror movie nurses, will be beside themselves when they see you coming for a visit.
From the Yiddish:
nudge or nudzh or noodge (nŏŏj) Pronunciation Key n. One who persistently pesters, annoys, or complains. v. nudged or nudzhed or noodged, nudg·ing or nudzh·ing or noodg·ing, nudg·es or nudzh·es or noodg·es adj. nudgey, nudzhey or noodgey
I am not visiting the nurses. Just an fyi the evening shift were very nice. The day nurses were not. The bird would be happy to see me. I just hope he remembers me. It has been a few months.
"The bird would be happy to see me. I just hope he remembers me."
If he doesn't remember you then he definitely won't be happy to see you. You'll be some frightening munchkin on wheels with eyes bulging out of her sockets demanding that Powder say your name. You'll scare whatever feathers the poor creature has left right off of him.