And I pit me for going there, but more on that later.
The “best” local pet store in the area is a piece of shit. They sell cockatoos (generally not an easy bird) like they are selling fucking cotton candy, to people with no clue. I know, I’ve watched (and cornered the people in the parking lot to give them a clue).
They have had a hyacinth macaw (pretty rare, generally cost about $8000) there for two years. She is in a cage that is too small, with two perches, and no toys. She is stunted from being fed incorrectly as a baby. I went in yesterday (moron alert, yes ME) and holy shit, she had a toy. An acrylic toy that obviously was not going to hold up to the beak of this huge bird, but a toy nonetheless. Their reasoning in the past as to why she doesn’t have toys is: She is afraid of them. She screams and hangs off of them. She chews them up. THIS IS WHAT BIRDS FUCKING DO, MORONS. I have offered to buy toys (elsewhere) and bring them in for the bird. They said no. So I was surprised to see the toy. They also had a military macaw, who I noticed had a sore on one foot. I didn’t say anything, because I have dealt with this pet store before and knew I needed to uh…compose myself before trying to speak with the morlons who work there.
So I go back today. First thing I notice is that the toy in the hyacinths cage is gone. They took it out and gave it to another bird. I guess she was having too much fun. So I go over to look at the military macaw, and I notice that in addition to the large crack she has in one foot, she has a blister which is 5 minutes away from becoming a big bloody oozing wound. Now I, being slightly smarter than algae, realize this is because she has only two perches. One that is too small that she doesn’t stand on, and another that is made of concrete. Obviously, she spends most of her time on the concrete perch. Head explosion pending, I walk up to the clerk (who I have dealt with before).
Me (trying to sound like interested customer): How much is the Military Macaw?
Asshat: $1000
Me: I noticed that she has open sores on her feet.
Asshat: Yea. She gets them from standing on the concrete perch (oh, asshat is also slightly smarter than algae, great).
Me: Well, you could wrap the perch in vet-wrap, that would help. (I know from previous experience that they will NOT give the bird a different perch.)
Asshat: Yes, but she would just chew it off.
Me (in head): If she had a fucking TOY or two maybe not.
Me: Vet-Wrap is cheap (and you get it wholesale by the case)
Asshat: Yea.
Me: Long pause with mouth open
Asshat: Theres nothing we can do.
Me: Yes, clearly open sores are better than my idea.
Asshat # 2 is standing nearby, white flecks of dried spit in the corners of his mouth. I wonder if I shoved a bottle rocket up his ass if he would notice. The original Asshat is apparently through talking to me.
Me: Walk back over to the bird. Play with her a little. Leave store.
To rant some more, they want $13,499 for the hyacinth. Lets ignore the fact that you can buy a healthy baby for $8000.
They have a sign by her cage.
"Hi, My name is Gabby. I am a hyacinth macaw. We are very rare, there are only 2500 of us in the wild. Since I am the largest of the macaws, I take a long time to mature (hey, not two years assfucks, change the sign). Please do not touch me, as I am more susceptible to germs than other birds (uhhh, sputter, spit, ok.) I must be sold with my cage (which is too small and not sturdy and I can snap the bars and have…because we LURVE HER SO MUCH). I am looking for a good home (no fucking kidding). I want to take a big black magic marker in and while my husband distracts the assfuckers with shiny objects, write PLEASE HELP ME, I AM ABUSED on the sign. (hmm, that would be a fun thing to do for Valentines day…)
This bird has started doing repetitive motions (much like I might bang my head against the wall if I were locked in my hall closet for 2 years). If you want to hold her, you have to be VERIFIED AS A SERIOUS PURCHASER by the owners (are they telepathic? Do you have to put a deposit on your credit card? I have 17 birds and walk upright, does that qualify me, monkey breath?), and make an appointment to have the everfucking PADLOCK taken off her cage.
Why I deserve the pit too. I know better. I bought a bird there once out of pity, a severely retarded african grey who they refused to give perches to, and were handfeeding at 10 months because he “didn’t know how to eat”. After I bought him, they didn’t even mention that he didn’t know how to eat and was getting handfed. Garsh, sure glad someone ELSE didn’t buy him, they would have starved him to death in three days (he died two years later of calcification in his brain, probably from low oxygen during hatching). We spent $3000 dollars on vet bills for this bird in 2 years.
I have been forbidden by my husband to go there. I went anyway. I deserve what I get. But that isn’t going to stop me from wishing serious and painful bodily harm on the fucking whore there today. May she be locked in a closet with nothing but sharp rocks to stand on, and be forced to drink water with her own shit in it. Actually that is not really what I have in mind for her, what I do have in mind might not be appropriate, even here. And there is NO FUCKING SOLUTION TO THIS PROBLEM. If I bought them, they would just GET MORE.
AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH.
Alisa
Well, let’s not start sucking each other’s dicks just yet. – Pulp Fiction
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