that jim. i bet he thinks he's all cool when he's smoking too, doesn't he?

well. it seems an intervention is definitely in order.

if the drug doesn't get him, banging his head on the cage bars will.

i think it's time to grab his cage and take jim to a rehabilitation center.

(throw the cover over his cage, tho. if he figures out where he's going, he may get overexcited. just tell him that you're taking him to a very special bird store for a very special treat and since it's quite a drive, you'd prefer he napped on the way so he will be rested enough to choose well.)

of course you will have already researched the centers, and spoken with the one of your choice...upon arrival, just gently ease him out of the car into the waiting arms of the staff.

a note to jim when he awakens with your heartfelt feelings of why he is there wouldn't hurt.

neither would a few genuine tear stains on that note.

when he reads it, and sees how much you love him, i am sure he will be so overwhelmed that he will agree.

good luck to the both of you!

just the thought of you, jim, your dilemma and the journey ahead just about brings tears to -my- eyes.

(sniff)