Last weekend I thought I had really cracked the whole volunteering/wildlife thang. I got to the RSPCA at 8am as I usually do, and I was the only one there! Which has never happened before. So I rolled up my sleeves and got on with it - sorted out the lickle birds (cockatiels and budgies and parrots and whatnot), fed, cleaned, watered - the whole kit and kaboodle. I even made friends with this little cockatiel who was just GORGEOUS. He came out of his cage and sat on my shoulder, and we had a little sing song while I was chopping up fruit and whatnot. I also managed to catch an escaped lovebird all by myself and re-cage it - I was feeling very super smug about it all. The other volunteers turned up and there was hardly anything left to do - nothing but clean up after this horrible looking corella (please note the mention in the wiki description of 'deafening screeching' and you can imagine why with a hangover I already was not keen on this bird).
So they got the corella out of the cage and popped him on a big perch which was in the doorway of the room I was in. He looked at me, and I looked at him, and in the split second it took me to realise that he had murderous intention in his eyes he had launched himself at my face. Whilst the other volunteers later assured me that he was just being friendly, I think that he might need some lessons in acceptable friendly behaviour - for instance when I am being friendly I do not try to sever someone's finger using my beak, or chew off their earlobes, or peck at their cheeks, or have to be forcibly removed by 2 other people wearing gloves and using towels for protection.
It's alright though, because as of next week I will be working on cat adoptions - yes that's right I get to spend my Saturday mornings talking about cats. And trying reeeeeeeeally hard not to bring work home with me....
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