Meet Chaka. He is my adopted Yellow-crowned/Yellow-naped Amazon. He's around 20 years old and is recovering from bruised kidneys and most likely years of poor nutrition and boredom.
I volunteer for a rescue that started up last August--Metro Denver Parrot Rescue, affectionately known as MDPR. Our team is made up of an amazing group of people who all met through another organization. While the place we met was not all we thought it would be, it did serve to bring together a group of talented, hard-working people with good hearts and a common vision. Several months ago we came in contact with another great rescue--Colorado Parrot Rescue, run by the wonderful Bob Arnold. It was through him that I met Chaka.
Chaka came to Bob from an older couple who meant well, but did not really provide Chaka with the life he deserves. And they were not Chaka's first owners--he had been passed through a few people before the call came into Bob that yet another family needed to pass him on. The day that Bob arrived to pick him up, Chaka was on a perch in front of an open second floor window. When Bob entered the room, it startled Chaka and he fell off his perch, out the window and onto the driveway two floors below. He was unable to fly due to the picking and shredding of his feathers.
Bob immediately took him to Dr. Jerry LaBonde and it was determined that Chaka had bruised kidneys. He almost died. Bob nursed him back to health, feeding him his medicine through spoons of cream of wheat and a bit of ice cream. Toweling this traumatized bird was not an option. He'd been through enough already.
I believe Bob would have kept Chaka except that he is getting older and worried that Chaka could possibly be faced with another rehoming in the next few years. Now, anyone that knows Bob Arnold knows that he is healthier than a lot of teenagers out there! However, Bob was convinced that Chaka needed to either go to a sanctuary or to a home where he would be given time to heal. I am flattered and grateful that he decided that our family should be the ones to take Chaka home.
Chaka is still getting to know our family. We move slowly with him. We give him healthy things to eat. We bought him a crap load of new toys (I have a rather embarrassing addiction to parrot toys). He lets me pet his head. He likes the way my 11 year-old sings. He thinks our dog is an idiot. He's growing his feathers back and my avian vet will watch him closely. By this time next year he will be a big, beautiful boy. And he will never, never be dumped on people he doesn't know again. If he outlives me, he will go with my daugher, Erin. We love him.
And did I mention that he smells like Heaven?