I am not sure that you can call this an update because I am pretty sure I will leave something out. I'm still fiddling with anti depressant cocktails to get a good balance between somewhere between terribly anxious and I don't give a damn. I'd also like to find a good point between total focus on one thing, and unable to focus on anything. I don't ask for much.
Casper is doing well in horsey school and I am learning so much more than I could have imagined. I really don't think a Great White Shark could have taught me any more about life and myself than my good old horse is teaching me. Once I removed the blinder that "far away and exotic is better" my eyes have been opened to a whole panorama of things I've missed. Click the red slippers-there's no place like home.
Oliver the Parrot and I are ready to take our next step too-we are looking for another grey who is older-perhaps one whose person died or had to go into a home. He loves watching television, but he loves most of all to watch other grey's on You tube. The other day we watched Alex the Parrot's last video.
Alex was very sad in this video-he'd been plucking feathers and kept asking to go back to his cage. This upset me and it upset Oliver. OTP was so upset he crawled up on my pillow and took a nap-something he never does-he just wanted to be close at that moment.
I've always felt like Alex' schedule was too much for one bird-Oliver needs lots of down time and alone time. I also feel very strongly that each species, if they are social, needs one of their own to truly experience the fullness of understanding. For instance, I wrapped myself up in a blanket the other day to experience Oliver without hands. He picked up on it immediately and hopped over to examine my face without worrying about those arms and hands zooming in. He seemed relieved.
Now, he likes my hands-he's learned to let me rub his neck and shoulders and feed him. But I will never be able to preen him, or be just close to his own size. It must be a little like living with a giant. Ok, it must be EXACTLY like living with a giant.
So, I am going to find another grey and we'll see what happens. It has to be older, a young one would outlive me by a long time. Hopefully it's not damaged-but we'll see about that too. I've thought it through, and the worst that could happen is that it will have to live at one end of the house and Oliver at the other. But I am hoping something else happens-I'm just not sure what it will be.
I've made the acquaintance of a few potential friends, but they are a little on the young side. We've got feelers out for just the right bird, and I know when the time is right it will join us. After THAT-well I have no idea.