...who was beautifully handreared before his new family bought him from the breeder (for a lot of money!) and they named him, Sam.
They must have liked him and wanted him, but not understood the ways of parrots. When he bit their child, they stopped getting him out of his cage. His screams of frustration and loneliness saw him renamed, SammyShithead, moved out of the family house and relegated to the garage, where he was given food (seed only) and/or water when somebody thought of it. A sad way to spend the first year of Life.
When
angelicvampyre rescued him, there was no food or water in his cage, (which was no more than a cat/dog carry cage, No perches, no toys.) and the owners couldn't remember when he'd last been fed. Severely malnourished, the avian vet did not have high hopes for his survival, and one of the tests showed that the poor little parrot had Psittacosis.
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They must have liked him and wanted him, but not understood the ways of parrots. When he bit their child, they stopped getting him out of his cage. His screams of frustration and loneliness saw him renamed, SammyShithead, moved out of the family house and relegated to the garage, where he was given food (seed only) and/or water when somebody thought of it. A sad way to spend the first year of Life.
When
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