18 September 2012
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So, how are we coping without Atilla?
The first evening, Cagney struggled. He shouted a lot. He kept going to all corners of the Manor looking for Atilla. In the end I think he wore himself out & settled down to sleep on the peg. Both boys must have had a restful night judging by their little overnight poop hills.
The following morning Cagney was desperate to get out the Manor. He was pacing up & down & shouting. He seemed hyper & a little manic. I hurriedly opened the manor & he flew around for a bit. I got the feeling that he knew Atilla was not in the Manor so therefore he must get out. Either way, getting out did not really solve his problem.
However, gradually Cagney has calmed down, & I thank Bezukhov for his calming influence.
The toyboys have always been good mates & their friendship will prove invaluable now.
As for me….. I am still struggling…. Everything seems….. “normal”. Atilla was not a normal bird. She was special. Her presence was huge. I have yet to remove the tea towel from the back of the poang chair (protecting it from Atilla’s chewing). I have yet to remove the cushions from around the base of furniture (in case Atilla landed on the floor & slid into anything hard). I have yet to remove her “stairway“.
For the boys sake, I removed the electric blanket & the covers are in the wash. The Manor has been rearranged slightly, mainly to take out some perches to give the boys more flying room. It had got quite cluttered with all the perches to help Atilla get around. Like I say….. it’s more “normal” now….
We continue to take each day as it comes.