On my way home from vacation, I stopped the taxi after seeing a bird flying like a drunk then taking a nose dive for the street canal. This is how I ended up having a temporary pet bird.
I named it Birdigulan because our first encounter made a significant impression. While trying to save it from getting drowned in the street canal, it bit me in panic like it was fighting for its life. We have a lot of cats and dogs. Some were already 2nd to 3rd generation from the previous adopted strays because my aunt likes it.
And after getting it to safety settling at the comforts of my home, the fucker flew into a group of cats waiting to chow it.
This bird had a broken left leg but it was flapping it's wings trying to look big and frantically starting something. It didn't mind looking at the cats which looked back at it like some piece of meat. The cats took a dive on it and I wrestled the bird. It got it's left eye bleeding from a minor scratch and probably made it's leg worse from the tussle.
This is when Birdigulan had a change of heart. It didn't bite me back like it did before and I assumed this was probably hatched from already domesticated parents seeing how it was chill with prolonged human contact. I saw the wings and it had clean cut feathers which explains why it sucked at flying.
It was showing signs of stress and weakness. I heard that lovebirds would unalive themselves if they got stressed or lost a partner. Birdigulan may have escaped from its cage during transport or from someone else's home.
It was weak and reminds me of a patient practicing how to die. But at least it was a fighter, the fucker still bites me and still eats. I took it outside and have it feel some gust of wind on its feathers. It let out a chirp in response to the chirps of the birds from a far. Probably did some good for its mental health.
It readied its wings to fly and I thought to myself, it it escapes high up, that'd be great but if it takes a nosedive again, there are cats lurking nearby just waiting. It's cute but I don't want it around long and just hoping it heals fast.
I don't intend on keeping it as a pet for long. I hope it heals fast and make itself capable of flying again soon. But if its left leg remains nonfunctional and flies like a drunk from clipped wings, I'll ask some friends if they're interested in taking care of it. It has no future in my home since it's just going to be lonely and get stressed from my cats.
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