So granddaughter and her husband took him to their condo. They bought him the biggest dog crate they could find. I guess they couldn't afford a cage. It's a nice crate considering, but it sat on the floor. Well, they never had birds so didn't know the first thing about how to handle a parrot, so he remained largely dog-crate-bound, though no longer covered up except at night. They had these iron grabber things that they would hook onto the edge of the crate to carry it with, saving their fingers from a potential bite through the bars, to take him out onto the balcony and give him sunshine and fresh air. They were so afraid of his beak that they never tried to handle him at all. They had a special cover they used to cover over the opening of the door so they could feed him.
This couple decided that Corky needed a better life than what even they could give him, and longer story shorter, asked if I would take him. Having lost my own grey a few years ago, it was not a tough decision, and I accepted.
I first sat his crate onto a folding table to get him off the floor. I opened the crate door and took out each perch one by one to clean it, then put it back. The food bowls were never really cleaned out. I think they just added food on top of hulls on top of hulls. Anyway, I kept his door open for two days, and then..........he came out
Storm & Sky
