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My First Day - Baby Eclectus Perspective I   am   placed   in   a   dark   carrier,   I   am   scared,   I   am   taken   outside   which   I   have never   ever   seen   before,   I   am   placed   in   a   car   on   a   seat   next   to   people   I   do not   know   with   voices   I   have   never   heard.   I   am   hearing   noises   which   I   don’t recognize,   now   and   then   some   one   picks   up   the   carrier   which   makes   me stumble.   Sometimes   I   hit   the   sides   of   the   carrier   or   I   go   shooting   forward hitting   the   front,   I   keep   moving   forwards   and   backwards.   Fingers   are   poked in   my   carrier,   I   retreat   to   the   back   away   from   everyone   where   it   is   safe,   my heart   is   beating   very   fast,   I   am   looking   for   my   cage,   my   companions   but   I cannot see them, I am terrified.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               All   the   noise   suddenly   stops,   I   am   taken   out   of   the car,   I   enter   a   new   place,   the      level   of   noise increases,    there    are    more    strangers,    it smells   different,   it   looks   different.   People stare   into   the   box,   I   retreat   to   the   back, the   door   is   opened   and   I   scramble   to the   back   as   far   as   I   can   go,   I   don’t want   to   get   out.   I   am   placed   against another   cage,   but   it   is   not   mine,   I remain    where    I    am.    Suddenly    the box   is   tilted,   I   start   sliding   down,   I scramble   back   but   I   am   sliding,   I grip      onto   the   sides   with   my   beak and    claws.    Suddenly    a    wooden spoon   is   poked      to   push   me   out, I   move   sideways,   I   attack   it   with my   beak   but   it   does   not   go   away, I   keep   moving   all   over   the   box trying    to    escape.    Suddenly    a towel   comes   into   the   box.   It   gets dark,    I    lunge    at    it,    I    am    very scared,    something    then    grabs me,   I   bite   as   hard   as   I   can,   I shriek   whilst   trying   to   escape.   I am having trouble breathing, my heart beat is racing, I am terrified.                                                      Suddenly   I   feel   the   grip   loosening   and   I   get   away   and   climb   into   the   cage and   onto   a   perch.   I   sit   there   too   scared   to   move,   all   these   strangers   are watching   me,   calling   me,   putting   their   fingers   through   the   bars.   They   then move   away   and      keep   watching   me.   Suddenly   a   stranger   approaches   me again,   the   cage   door   is   opened   and   the   hand   comes   in,   I   raise   my   feathers, but   the   hand   keeps   on   coming.   I   move   back   until   I   can   feel   the   bars,   there is   no   escape.   I   lunge   at   the   hand   again   and   again   and   the   hand   retreats. The   towel   comes   back   and   I   thrash   around   the   cage,   I   am   caught   again,   I bite   as   hard   as   I   can,   I   scream   and   I   am   unable   to   do   anything.   I   am   placed in   a   lap,   I   cannot   move,   my   heart   beat   is   racing,   I   am   finding   it   difficult   to breathe, I am gasping for breath. My   head   is   being   stroked,   I   do   not   move,   I   am   too   scared.   I   feel   the   towel relax   it’s   hold   on   me,   I   scramble   away   and   fly   to   the   other   end   of   the   room. I   look   around,   there   is   no   where   for   me   to   go,   it’s   all   different.   A   very   short time    later    the    same    person    comes    over    again,    I    try    to    escape    but everywhere   I   go   I   am   getting   chased,   I   start   to   pant   as   I   have   never   flown such   distances   before,   I   am   running   out   of   breath,   I   try   and   bite   the   hand, the   towel   comes   for   me,   I   fly   and   get   away   but   I   am   being   followed, eventually   I   am   too   tired,   I   scream   wanting   all   this   to   stop.   I   try   and   bite the   towel   but   I   am   powerless,   I   am   restricted   in   breathing   with   the   tight hold   around   me.   I   am   taken   back   to   the   cage   where   I   feel   a   bit   safer   and then   I   am   left   alone.   The   next   day   it   starts   all   over   again,   I   am   terrified   of these people.   Although a bit extreme this is a real life account, I hope the reader can understand how a simple series of oblivious actions due to the new owner being too eager and keen  can have a devastating impact on a new baby with everlasting consequences for both sides of the relationship.

A young male eclectus in a defensive position