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| Name: |
Kiwi
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Age: |
Six months old
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| Gender: |
Male
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Kind: |
White-Eyed Conure
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| Home: |
Beaverbank, Nova Scotia, Canada
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September
15th, 2002 my dog died, her name was Kima, she was very sick
and old. When she died I lost a part of me. A couple months later I
asked my parents for another dog. I felt really bad thinking so soon I
wanted another pet, but I really needed someone to talk to and share my
problems with, one that could just sit there and play with me, cheer me
up like Kima did. My parents said no, but my mom started thinking about
getting me a green-cheeked conure. She was saying they live for so long
and they play with you and even talk back to you. Of course the fifteen
year old girl I am, I got excited. My mom took me in Pets Unlimited to
check out the parrots. I wasn't really into them as much as my mom
seemed, I just really wanted a puppy.
My mom said I looked like I didn't
look interested in the parrots and I seemed timid of them. But once I found
out there was absolutely no way of getting a puppy, I started looking
more forward to getting a conure. My mother and father had already
agreed none though. So one day when we were coming back from Prince
Edward Island visiting our relatives, my mother was scared to cross the
bridge because it was extremely windy out so we stopped by and waited
for stores to open. We seen a Pets Unlimited there, so once they opened
we checked it out. There was Kiwi, sitting on his cage. Actually, he was
sort of running around and climbing on top of the dog treats picking at
them. So I decided to look at him. I let him bite me, I
tried playing with him, though he ran off, and looked like I wasn't
afraid of him. Mom and dad took the bite and ended up buying him for me.
Kiwi had to ride the whole way back to Nova Scotia in a box. His cage
barely fit in our truck. When Kiwi arrived home he was scared for a
while, I tried spending every time I could with him, making it hard to
socialize with my friends like I usually do. A couple weeks later he was
great, he wasn't frightened and the keeping him company part worked. He
loves me more than others and I was the first to teach him stuff.
It's been a couple of months later and now Kiwi has grown close to all
my friends and relatives, he loves playing with everybody, he loves
sitting around the room while people are chatting, he loves just being
with me and others because he doesn't feel lonely. He really has never
said words yet but every once in a while when he can hear me but can't
see me he starts squawking. He is quite a lovable and friendly bird. I
am really glad that I looked interested in him because he is actually
better than I thought and the best things that happened to me for a
while, especially after Kima died.
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