In an honest attempt to set my crying birds free, we opened the cage door and said good bye. Tambudzai, our high-lighter green parakeet, hoped out of the cage and onto the chair next to it. I was suprised when our blue keet Teacake stayed in the cage regardless of his obvious freedom. I poked him with a stick, encouraging him to join Tambu but he didn't budge. Ultimately I picked his little ass up and sat both of them out in the open. They did.not.fly.away.
The truth is, and I say this having acknwledged that I'm a horrible person, I couldn't stand them damn birds. I got them because I wanted a pet. One that would return my affections and interact with me. They ate, shit and made noises that were painful to listen to (incessantly). I thought I would be doing all of us a favor by letting them free; it's still warm, they could very well fly to the Bahamas and live happily ever after. Atleast thats how it went in my head until I realized that they were obviously happy locked up and living off of me. Fuckers.
So, we chased them into the woods next to the house. Tambu inevitably hopped off into the distance and likely got ate by one of our stray cats. We have yet to see her so I'm keeping hope alive despite the likelihood that she was somethings snack. I do feel somewhat bad because intially we rationalized that they weren't flying because there little wings were in atrophy, or they were just trippin. At some point I decided that I could not let myself feel bad about it because my intentions were semi-pure.
Hours went by and the blue one (who I like least) was perched on a bush next to our house just waiting for us. Feeling guilty about the loss of Tambu we took his little ass back into the house and mourned together for about 30 seconds. In the meantime my mother likened me to my father who, when I was 6, took my disobedient puppy and dropped him off in a rich white neighborhood. To me thats okay in theory, it was probably better off. But the sad part is that when he did it the dog chased him down the street while my dad went hard on the gas and sped the hell off. He also shoots raccoons and squirrels for fun.
So now I'm living with a bird that hates his life and mine and won't shut the fuck up.
I just needed to share that with someone. These are my confessions.
