Posted by jeanmey3 on Thu, 07/10/2008 - 14:26
So, it's been one whole year since I was rescued! I've been told I'm a lucky guy!
This is my story.
My name is Pea Pod, aka Pop Pop. I live with my mom,
Jeanie, and dad, Patrick and a ditzy little pearl cockatiel
they call Tyke Tyke. I don't have much use for her.
I'm a beautiful boy, a 15 month old Blue Crown Conure at tht time! I have these things on my side my mom always calls wings, but until this particular day, they never did much. I was still just a little guy.
My mom decided to show me the outside. I was clipped so
off we went. There was also Wind, he lives Outside too.
Well, there we were, mom was telling me about sky, blue,
warm, all these things that live out there. We live in
something called mountains, hills, trees. Mom saw a Weed.
Mom never can walk past a "Weed" without bending over to
pull it. She's wierd.
But I slipped and flopped forward. Instintively I stuck
out my "wings" and "wind" caught me. Whooo, I shot off
like a bullet, whatever that is, but all these things
happened so fast, I flapped harder, going with "wind".
I forgot about Mom crying in the back, and soon couldn't
even hear her. "Wind" and I went and went, over hills,
trees, far. I had a fleet moment of sanity, and thought
I better land, whatever that was, I started feeling uneasy,
queasy, this now felt funny without my family. I'll wait for
mom, couldn't hear her anymore though. Wish she would hurry up.
Hot, thirsty now. Wanted a bath too. Boy was mom going
to get it. I'm going to give her a big bite just for taking
too long.
By Jeanie
We thought for sure the coyotes, snakes, a hawk, racoons,
something would get him first, but we were lucky. We just
happen to live about a half a mile from a popular hiking
trail. My husband, Patrick, put out wanted and reward
posters of Pea Pod on every tree, posts, & on the cars at the trail head, we could only hope Pea Pod would try to find
voices and people would find him. There was nothing else
around.
We also continued to walk around calling.
On the 3rd morning, about 8:00 A.M. a young man
called the house, excited, "I think I just saw Pea Pod!".
Pea Pod had been forelonely walking on the trail and the young man came up on him with a bike. Pea Pod first flew at him, excited, thinking he's found dad, but then in despair,
veered off and flew into a grove of trees. The young man
then called the number on the poster. He was only about
a quarter mile away, but now he was in a grove of trees.
Patrick and the young man walked the trail ahead. Patrick
called "Pop Pop, say Hello!" I trailed about 50 yards
behind, just listening. I walked past a tree, and heard
a faint "Akk". I went back to listen. Yep, everytime
Patrick called, Pod answered faintly. I called Patrick
back, and told him I think Pod is in that thicket across
the stream. Patrick went over, as soon as Pea Pod saw him,
he started in screaming. 'Akk Akk!" He was bouncing on the
branch with the last of his strength, and with dismay, we
realized he didn't know how to get down, because just naturally he'd flown to the top of the tree. Finally, Patrick walked to the trunk of the tree, Pod followed him, and then literally plunged out of the tree, down the trunk,
and flopped right on Patricks back. Patrick called to me
from the thicket, "well I've got him, but I don't actually
have my hands on him". I was so nervous and scared, so close
but until I get my hands on him he could get away. Then,
they popped up, Patrick was carefully climing out of the
thicket, Pop was hanging on his shirt right in the middle of
his back. Shaking I offered my finger to Pop, and he jumped
right on, and I grapped his little green butt. I didn't care
if he bit off a finger, he wasn't getting away. But he
didn't bite, he gurgled, and cooed and there was no way he was leaving me, he had become "Velcro Bird". He was so hot, I was afraid he'd pass from the heat before we could get him home. His body was so HOT.
You only get one chance at something that precious.
He was out in the wild for three days, two nights. No food
or water. His tender feet were torn from walking those
days, possibly trying to find the stream he was headed for.
The young man was probably Pop Pops last hope, who knows
if anyone else had passed him the days before? And he was
obviously on the ground most of the time.
These days, Pop Pop has no interest in looking out windows, he was so tramatized. If you walk with him towards a dark window at night, he screams, and flys towards the center of the room and his cage. We smother him and little Tyke Tyke with kisses and scratches. That is one 4th of July I will never forget.
This is my story.
My name is Pea Pod, aka Pop Pop. I live with my mom,
Jeanie, and dad, Patrick and a ditzy little pearl cockatiel
they call Tyke Tyke. I don't have much use for her.
I'm a beautiful boy, a 15 month old Blue Crown Conure at tht time! I have these things on my side my mom always calls wings, but until this particular day, they never did much. I was still just a little guy.
My mom decided to show me the outside. I was clipped so
off we went. There was also Wind, he lives Outside too.
Well, there we were, mom was telling me about sky, blue,
warm, all these things that live out there. We live in
something called mountains, hills, trees. Mom saw a Weed.
Mom never can walk past a "Weed" without bending over to
pull it. She's wierd.
But I slipped and flopped forward. Instintively I stuck
out my "wings" and "wind" caught me. Whooo, I shot off
like a bullet, whatever that is, but all these things
happened so fast, I flapped harder, going with "wind".
I forgot about Mom crying in the back, and soon couldn't
even hear her. "Wind" and I went and went, over hills,
trees, far. I had a fleet moment of sanity, and thought
I better land, whatever that was, I started feeling uneasy,
queasy, this now felt funny without my family. I'll wait for
mom, couldn't hear her anymore though. Wish she would hurry up.
Hot, thirsty now. Wanted a bath too. Boy was mom going
to get it. I'm going to give her a big bite just for taking
too long.
By Jeanie
We thought for sure the coyotes, snakes, a hawk, racoons,
something would get him first, but we were lucky. We just
happen to live about a half a mile from a popular hiking
trail. My husband, Patrick, put out wanted and reward
posters of Pea Pod on every tree, posts, & on the cars at the trail head, we could only hope Pea Pod would try to find
voices and people would find him. There was nothing else
around.
We also continued to walk around calling.
On the 3rd morning, about 8:00 A.M. a young man
called the house, excited, "I think I just saw Pea Pod!".
Pea Pod had been forelonely walking on the trail and the young man came up on him with a bike. Pea Pod first flew at him, excited, thinking he's found dad, but then in despair,
veered off and flew into a grove of trees. The young man
then called the number on the poster. He was only about
a quarter mile away, but now he was in a grove of trees.
Patrick and the young man walked the trail ahead. Patrick
called "Pop Pop, say Hello!" I trailed about 50 yards
behind, just listening. I walked past a tree, and heard
a faint "Akk". I went back to listen. Yep, everytime
Patrick called, Pod answered faintly. I called Patrick
back, and told him I think Pod is in that thicket across
the stream. Patrick went over, as soon as Pea Pod saw him,
he started in screaming. 'Akk Akk!" He was bouncing on the
branch with the last of his strength, and with dismay, we
realized he didn't know how to get down, because just naturally he'd flown to the top of the tree. Finally, Patrick walked to the trunk of the tree, Pod followed him, and then literally plunged out of the tree, down the trunk,
and flopped right on Patricks back. Patrick called to me
from the thicket, "well I've got him, but I don't actually
have my hands on him". I was so nervous and scared, so close
but until I get my hands on him he could get away. Then,
they popped up, Patrick was carefully climing out of the
thicket, Pop was hanging on his shirt right in the middle of
his back. Shaking I offered my finger to Pop, and he jumped
right on, and I grapped his little green butt. I didn't care
if he bit off a finger, he wasn't getting away. But he
didn't bite, he gurgled, and cooed and there was no way he was leaving me, he had become "Velcro Bird". He was so hot, I was afraid he'd pass from the heat before we could get him home. His body was so HOT.
You only get one chance at something that precious.
He was out in the wild for three days, two nights. No food
or water. His tender feet were torn from walking those
days, possibly trying to find the stream he was headed for.
The young man was probably Pop Pops last hope, who knows
if anyone else had passed him the days before? And he was
obviously on the ground most of the time.
These days, Pop Pop has no interest in looking out windows, he was so tramatized. If you walk with him towards a dark window at night, he screams, and flys towards the center of the room and his cage. We smother him and little Tyke Tyke with kisses and scratches. That is one 4th of July I will never forget.