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8:10pm December 18, 2013
madeofpatterns asked: a story about a bird

madeofpatterns:

mmmyoursquid:

I once knew a white-crested laughing thrush. She was a young bird, and she’d been hand-raised from a chick, so she was imprinted on humans. This meant she had to stay caged for much of the day, because she’d get underfoot, and we were afraid a guest would step on her. But after we’d closed, she’d get let out into the room at large, and her whole family would chatter at her. Her dad especially liked to keep an eye on her, and would sometimes scold keepers for getting too close to his baby, even though she loved the keepers and didn’t act like a “proper” bird.

One of the great things about her was getting the chance to learn how to safely touch and handle a small bird without causing a bunch of stress, because she would be completely calm. So I learned how to carry her around and played with her and listened to her chattering.

She loves shoelaces. You always have to watch out when she’s out because she’ll fly down and start picking at your shoes, and it would be very easy to step on her.

Funnily enough her name was Cornelius—white-crested laughing thrushes are not sexually dimorphic (males and females look exactly the same), so we didn’t know she was a she until we got the results of her genetic testing back. 

She was very cute.

Not a very narratively cohesive story, but there you go.

!!!!!

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