And we did not bust at all, but had a great trip, even though I was very tired from the start, having had little sleep after a marathon packing/cleaning day before. Steve and Sam were crammed in travel cages on the front passenger side, the two cockatiels in travel cages were in the back seat that had been flattened. Bun Rab was right next to them in her fairly spacious cage. After an initial getting used to the positioning, everyone soon got used to their places and seemed to really enjoy the ride.
During the trip, there was some chattering, but mostly everybody understood this was a long-haul trip and just settled down. Everybody ate well – Sam nearly ate non-stop, dunking his pellets in water and slowly eating the outsides like ice cream cones.
It was exhausting hauling everybody’s cages into motel rooms, but they were all real troopers. I couldn’t have had better companions. On day 2, I drove for 11 hours, getting us to Williams, AZ at dusk. And by the afternoon of day 3, we were flagging. Near Gallup, NM, we stopped under a shady tree and all of us napped silently, listening to the birds outside chirp in the early fall heat.
On day 3, we all rolled in around 2:30 pm. My mother had just returned home from the hospital, having contracted West Nile Virus a couple weeks previously. I had fast-forwarded my trip to New Mexico by an entire month so that I could be here to help Mom and my sister. Mom nearly died, but with many prayers and a dose of very good luck, she pulled through without complications. We are soooo very grateful she lived to tell the tale.
Meanwhile, my living quarters weren’t ready because I had arrived a month early, so I camped out in the living room of Mom’s house with my bird cages parked in various places and Bun Rab penned in beneath the dining room table to be out of the way of traffic. Chipper and Charlie had to bunk together, to save room. That worked, but sometimes the racket of competitive singing and one-upping was very hard to bear. But, again, all the feathered guys were very flexible, even getting used to my sister’s Maltese dog Maizy.
By October, we all moved into my new “cabin,” and then it was time to get used to another home – the 3rd one in 2 weeks. Steve regressed quite a bit, but that was perfectly understandable.
Chipper and Charlie hanging out above Steve's cage
Once settled, though, things fell into place and we’ve now been here since then, enjoying family life again and being together again for the holidays – so far: Thanksgiving, a beautiful Christmas, and a very cold January.
The three of us after a wreath-making party
Sam is the most easy-going and adaptable of the flock, and he has been happy with everything – no matter what changes I make, rearranging his cage position, changing the routine, he’s happy-go-lucky because he gets to be with me most of the day (I work at home).
Sam above his cage
And Steve has been generally pretty darn happy too. It’s taken him all this time to progress to this miracle moment of venturing OUTSIDE of his cage without hanging onto it by one leg!
"Look, Ma, no hands!"
And now, for a little light humor, I give you Chipper! Just click on the link following:
Salad Sharing and a bit of song here: Chipper’s Song
And Bun Rab is ecstatic! She gets to have the entire run of my cabin – no cage.
BunRab soaking in the sun by my desk