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PROGRESS!!!!

I am not the only one in this household who got divorced -- the animals are also adjusting to a new dynamic. During the first few days of our altered space, upon waking, Luinigh would dash to the spare room seeking my ex-husband (whom I displaced after I learned he was dating a woman he'd recently met and was "falling in love with" while still occupying the western spot in the bed next to me as if this were a forgivable arrangement even though the divorce had been finalized, whew!). I was also not the only one shaken and shocked. Dumbfounded, all poor Luinigh saw was a room distinguished by purses hanging from an unused Tony Little Gazelle. He stopped looking on day 4. Frankie the Crested Puff has become king of the house (or so he thinks), demonstrating an unpleasant resource guarding behavior in the bed at night (we are working on modification). Ingrid remains Her Regal Highness, the one whose path no other animal may cross without permission. Me? I'm still plumbing my way through alternating anger and hurt, but objective acquaintances have shared unsolicited critiques about my face looking refreshed, relaxed, and --dare I believe it? -- younger.

Now Baby! If you read my previous posts, you will recall my theory of a link between his feather picking intensity and his rocky relationship with my ex.

WELL, LOOK AT THIS!! After two months, my naked and downy gray macaw is getting greener still. I'm sharing a photo, evidence of this new era of peaceful domesticity.

Does this mean that I have lost love for this man? God help me if I ever get to the point where someone else's foolish and selfish actions reduce my capacity for love.

I also want to announce that on August 15th from 5-7 p.m. , I wll be teaching a two hour animal communication class at the Metaphysical Chapel of South Florida; hope some of you locals will be interested. Contact me and I'll get you the particulars. Namaste!
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