Many of my neighbors walk small, fluffy dogs tethered at the end of a long leash. We’ve always had a bird.
For readers who don’t know, we have a cute lovebird, Daisy, who is allowed to flit about the screened-in lanai.
She’s adventurous and a little sneaky: Daisy flew from Jen’s shoulder awhile back, outside to the woods.
Flying to the highest pine tree branch, she baked under the Florida sun for at least 3 hours before deciding to fly back to Jen.
Her little escapade injured an area under the wing at the time, and a trip to the vet was her next adventure.
Since Daisy’s flight, things actually were not going well--the little cut in the crease under her wing got wider and deeper.
The drive to the avian vet yesterday was an eye-opener: I’d never seen so many flashy and expensive cars drive by Jen’s ‘capsule’--what she calls her kayak-hauling Mazda Tribute.
We both noticed how many younger people were driving those shiny Ferraris and Lambros. She’s driven her car almost to exhaustion, some 100,00 miles, zigzagging like a patchwork quilt across, up and down the entire state. I think she’s seen every alligator and iguana, too.
Finally arriving, we hoisted Daisy’s condo-style cage from the backseat, and entered All Creatures Animal Hospital. After a few minutes of listening to Daisy’s frantic chirping, we left. Daisy requires stitches to close the muscle-exposing gash under her wing.
This morning, we dropped Daisy off at the vet; she's home now, bandaged and is wearing a transparent cone, which she hates. Little 'tipsy' has fallen asleep, cuddled up in my hand..