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Date:11/23/2014 4:02:46 PM
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Hi Dixie.
It's me, Popeye.
Ok, I'll start with me. The year is 1988. Dad is working the night shift as a maintenance tech at a large photo lab in Long Beach, California. While he was having lunch, one of his co-workers, also a bird person who raised Cockatiels, came into the lunch room and asked dad if he wanted her Nanday. She had just had a baby and the Nanday was very jelious of the baby and had tried to bite. Dad saie he'd have to think about it but the lady said that she had him in the car. Well, the Nanday was me and when dad saw me he said "Yes, I'll take him." I climbed onto dad's hand and promptly bit him. Then I said my name (Popeye). A few hours later, I felt my cage moving and the next thing I knew, I was in a different apartment and there were other birds there, too. I could see a Cockatiel, a Grey Cheeked Parakeet and some Budgies. I could hear a Canary but didn't see him. Then the same guy I bit said, "Popeye, welcome to your new home." Then he covered me back up and I went to sleep.
The next morning, I woke to his voice again. He opened my door and reached in and took me out. I bit hime again. But this time he put me on his shoulder. I love shoulders. He said, "C'mon Popeye, Let's go get you a new cage." Well, I got to ride on dad's shoulder all the way to the bird store and when we went inside, I knew I'd been there before. The owner was dad's friend and he said, "Ya know, Nandays give Conures a bad name." Well I didn't like that at all so I screemed at him, forgetting that dad's ear was right by my beak. But dad didn't get mad. He just laughed. Next, dad boughat some really good food for me and a bunch of toys, that to this day, I ignore.
When dad was paying for the stuff, he reached up to scratch his head and I promptly pushed my head into his hand. He didn't move away. Instead he started scratching my head. At that point I knew I had found my dad and my "forever" home. Before this I had had 3 owners in my two years of life. Now, I've been here for almost 25 years.
Hope you are having a good day.
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