Dear Sweet Pea, I miss you. I miss you in the morning~ the act of gently pulling your sheet off of your partially-covered cage and saying, "Hello Pretty Bird," in a soft voice was routine. I miss quickly working to serve your morning chop, and refreshing your water. Just like a human toddler, you weren't very patient! I miss all of the sounds you'd make, even your blood-curdling scream you'd do every couple of days. I do not miss the stressful moments that sometimes caused (family arguing- not screaming, just arguing!) , or resulted from, the blood-curdling screams, but I miss the savage nature of the actual screams. You would scream out when Fabricio or Sam would raise their voices with me. Right when you felt the tension rising, you'd start. To the contrary, when I raised my voice with either of them, you would never get stressed. I'll miss that feeling of always 'having someone on my side' in the hom
On March 19th, 2022 we drove Sweet Pea 5 hours and 22 minutes away, to a small, rural town called Potosi, MO., to be adopted. Sweet Pea enjoying the ride I had envisioned something very different for her. When we took her in (Dec.), I was set on eventually finding her a home in sunny S. Florida. -She's an exotic bird, and I would envision her in a grand outdoor aviary, under a large fruit tree, in a tropical paradise of a yard. -This is what I had most-wanted for her. And I did request help promoting her for adoption with some of my S. Florida friends, in hopes of making my vision for her a reality. Image of parrot in nice, outdoor area, image from https://flvetbehavior.com H owever, no one reached out about her from that strategic networking. -There was one woman in Port St. Lucie, Fl. that wanted her, however upon some basic examination of her life (via social media), I discovered she was a busy mother to a few kids, an owner of 6 Rottweilers, and apparently