It’s a blast from the past: I’m going to write a little something about the Surgeon.
I was thinking about him recently because when I work in San Francisco I board my parrot, Abe. The boarder keeps many parrots. Some of them are Amazons. The Surgeon had a Yellow-napped Amazon.
People who are not bird people do not understand what intelligent and highly emotional beings parrots are. They are not mammals, obviously, but they feel love and fear and all the other basic emotions. They bond to you, fall in love with you.
The Surgeon’s Amazon was bonded to him.
The Surgeon neglected him because he was working all the time and he was basically a neglectful person in regard to his personal relationships. The parrot is a personal relationship.
He did not take him out of his cage or play with him on a regular basis. All he said was, “He’s such a good-looking bird.” Yes, he’s a good-looking bird, but do you KNOW him?
You buy an animal because you think it’s an ornament? It fits in with your house decor?
Well, one day he let it out, and the parrot flew across the room and bit him on his face. He had to go to the emergency room and get stitches. The bird did this not because it was cruel, but because its heart was broken.
After that, he did not let the Amazon out of his cage. Soon after, the Surgeon dropped him off at the dog pound. “Bird is history!” he texted me.
I said, “You left your exotic bird at a dog pound?” This man is a multi-millionaire. There are parrot sanctuaries. Alternatively, he could have gone to a local avian vet to inquire about re-homing the bird.
“He cost thousands of dollars! I’m sure he’ll find a good new home!”
The Surgeon has daughters.
Of this much, I am sure: what happened to your parrot will happen to them. Your daughters will attack you the minute they have autonomy.