Bye Bye Birdy...

Yukk. So I.m in bed, today. Thanks to my good friend B., I'm in bed with my laptop. iBook. Love it. It's still really cold here in our beautiful High Desert. At night, anyway. Cold enough that the pipes under the house froze solid on Saturday last, and haven't thawed yet. My poor sick GirlyBoi was under the house yesterday with a propane torch. No; not a little handheld bottle torch, a big one with a hose running to a 5gal can! She was disappointed to find that the old galvanized pipes are too close to the newer PVC pipes as well as the wood floor of the kitchen, for the torch to do us any good without burning the house down!!!
And I think life sux today!!
I'm almost grateful to be sick in bed instead of hauling water and heating it and blah, blah-blah, blah-blah! What a pain.
So my sweet lil Birdy, the Dirty Pirate Hooker, is gone. Off to her new home in AZ. This has been hard for me, even though I know that she will be a happier, healthier 'Too. I never dreamed that I would rescue more birds than I could care for, or that it would be so hard to let them go, even when I know that there is simply not enough of me to go around. Especially with Cockatoos. I feel so sad that she is gone. We were finally getting into a routine where she was not screaming all day. (Unless anyone wanted my attention. She did tend to scream whenever anyone else came into the room.) Still, I know she wasn't getting enough out-of-cage time. None of my now-too-many fids have lately. One less will be more of me to share among the rest. So it's for the best for everybirdy.
I'm sure that she will stop plucking when she settles into her new home, too. She hasn't been doing it long enough for it to have become an obsessive/compulsive thing; and she hasn't done any permanent damage to herself.
I'm so big. So hard, sometimes...to do what's right.