Listen, I’m the freak. I’m the weirdo. I’m the troublemaker. I start fights. I let people down. Don’t make Finch mad, whatever you do. Oh, there he goes again, in one of his moods. Moody Finch. Angry Finch. Unpredictable Finch. Crazy Finch. But I’m not a compilation of symptoms. Not a causality of shitty parents and an even shittier chemical makeup. Not a problem. Not a diagnosis. Not an illness. Not something to be rescued. I’m a person.
Alright so I figured it about time I tell you about these two’s adoption. In late 2013 I got employed at Petsmart and for a while it was a great job. I loved taking care of the animals but I mostly worked in the afternoon during the mid-shift where customer service was more valuable than interacting with the animals at least that’s what my boss thought. So beyond showing them to the customers and keeping track of their general well being through observation I did not interact with them as much as I wanted. During the morning before opening and in the evening before closing all the animals were feed and watered. For the finches the nests had to be checked at least daily to check for eggs. This was what I hated any eggs that we did find had to be thrown away. I understand the reason behind it and that was because we didn’t want any breeding in the store but that did not mean I agreed with the method. It was actually in our regulations that the animals were not allowed to breed. That is the reason why some Petsmarts only have male small animals (rats, mice, guinea pigs, hamsters, etc…) and others have females. Well this is a lot harder to control on birds so we got male and females. I once suggested we put ceramic eggs in the nests to control breeding since taking the eggs only promoted more eggs but the idea was shot down. Anyways, about five months in one of the openers of the day noticed that there were two baby finches just hatched inside one of the nests. Everyone kind of freaked out because we could not have babies. This also meant that for at least a minimum of two weeks no one had been checking the nests for eggs. I will say one thing finches are ugly before they get feathers. Obviously we couldn’t throw away live birds so they got to stay with their parents. It was great for about two weeks and they were getting cuter with their baby feathers coming in and beginning to look about that I was told something disturbing. We had been looking for possible homes for these two and since we couldn’t sell them they were essentially free to whoever wanted them, we used the term adopt out because it sounded nicer. At that point in time no one wanted them and with three birds at home already my parents did not want us taking on two more. Around the two week point I was told by a coworker that if no one adopted them soon they were going to be scheduled for euthanasia. My heart broke, how could my employers want to destroy two baby birds simply because the hatched where they shouldn’t. That was our error as the employees not the babies. I talked with my parents and it was decided upon rather quickly that we could not have the poor birds be put down simply for living. A week later when they were weaned off their parents I brought them home. My siblings named them Heisenberg after Walter White from Breaking Bad, and River after River Song in Doctor Who. They are now 3 years old and living happy lives with all my other birds. The Babies took to hand training fairly easily even after my vet told me it couldn’t be done. Only in the last year or two have I seen how many people have hand trained finches and I am very proud to be a part of that community. I very much love my Babies and I couldn’t imagine not having them. I may hate Petsmart for how they treated me and the animals but they did give me my finches.