||Three years old|
||New York, USA|
came home to live with us when she was about fourteen months old. She
was an older bird that had come from an abusive environment. I don't
know much about her story but she was rescued by our local pet store and
stayed there for a few months until she would become tame again.
Sunny had a lot of adjustments to make when she came to live with me and
my family. She was now in a new environment with new people (my
parents, older sister and me) and new animals (a West Highland White
Terrier and a Quaker Parrot).
At first Sunny wanted nothing to do with me and only trusted my mother.
The two of them hit it off pretty quickly and I remember feeling left
out. I firmly believe that Sunny didn't want to be around me because of
my bond with my Quaker Parrot. She probably didn't think that I had
room in my heart for her too. My Quaker Parrot, Nikki, was around the
same age as Sunny and is a female, too (up until a certain point, I
always thought she was a male until I had both her and Sunny sexed).
Anyway, Sunny and I had a rocky start. She didn't like it when I petted
her and she hardly tolerated me holding her. She bit me quite often and
could have worked for a blood bank! So I gave her some space and had a
long distance relationship with her while she continued to bond with my
mother and Nikki.
Nikki and Sunny shared the same cage so when I took Nikki out I often
felt bad leaving Sunny behind. My mother didn't always have time to
spend time with her outside of the cage. So when I took Nikki out of
the cage for playtime, I took Sunny along as well (she eventually began
to enjoy it). The three of us spent time together and Sunny gradually
allowed me to pet her. Eventually, she would even lie on her back in
the palm of my hand and let me give her a tummy rub; this was something
that she only did with my mother.
Then something amazing happened. One day, my mother and I were
interacting with "the girls." Mom was handling Sunny and I was handling
Nikki. We were both sitting on the sofa next to each other. Sunny all
of the sudden jumped onto my shoulder and nuzzled up to me. She began
preening my face. My mother got Sunny back onto her hand, but Sunny
insisted on staying on my shoulder and preening me. I don't know if she
wanted to be near me, Nikki, or the both of us.
Now, another year later, Sunny has turned into a sweetheart. She allows
me to pet her and she loves it when I give her a head massage. She
still has a bond with my mother but she has gotten very close to me. I
always compare her to Velcro since she always wants to be on my
shoulder. She says "hello," "step up" and "up," and she loves to dance!
She's got the moves! In addition, she loves to give and receive kisses
and be the center of attention. Both my girls love to take showers with
me and sit with me at my desk while I do my work.
Sunny and I have become the best of friends and I wouldn't trade our
friendship for anything in the world. My life has been forever changed
by both of my girls, but I am so happy that Sunny let me into her circle
of trust and into her heart. She has truly turned into a sweetheart and
loves anyone who gives her attention.