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A post about Japhy It found a way of showing more truth an..
🕑 Added 2021-08-24 19:31:56 +0000 UTC A post about Japhy It found a way of showing more truth and honesty with the photos its Master wanted it to share through words; captions. Its Master loved the comments, and it loved making Him happy, but it eventually also enjoyed the focus of it; it could choose the photos by freezing moments from videos, capturing them, putting the thoughts going on in its mind in the photos. It eventually found, perhaps, a sort of boost to its self worth – it was showing more and more of itself; body, choices, vulnerabilities, motives, everything, for all to see...it's not showing kinky sex or porn-star photos. It is showing its life. It is showing itself “warts and all”...and it's not being rejected for it. Being raw, open, and totally honest...feels like the only way to do this now. It's a method of posting it doesn't wish to change. Which is why this post is up...because this user of the site...is baring all, not just sex or the pretty bits. Birds: When its Master first met this slave, it had two birds; Jekku, a black-headed caique, and Japhy, a sun conure. Japhy was the older bird. This slave got him because someone in the area bought him from a faraway breeder and the long journey for this little baby bird sadly traumatised him and he wasn't eating. This slave agreed to take him on and try to feed him, but didn't have the correct equipment or feed. It blended parrot-food pellets with juice to try to feed him with a spoon. It tried to give him juice, egg. This slave tried even chewing up food and having him eat from its mouth as a baby bird would from its parent. Eventually appropriate syringes arrived and this slave managed to feed baby Japhy to strength. The bond between us was very, very strong, and his love for people was incredible to witness. He was strikingly confident, beautiful...and clingy as hell! A true Velcro bird...and sun conures are already known to be very clingy. One time this slave left the flat without realising Japhy was still on its shoulder, to return home without him, panic, and later find out that he was becoming more famous throughout the day with a local charity shop...everyone who knows him loves him. About six months later, this slave got another baby bird – Jekku, the baby black-headed caique, which again this slave hand-reared because the breeder knew that this slave had practice and was happy for it to do so again. Fast forward some time to the second time this slave met its Master – the first time that both birds met Him. In their first introduction to Him, they witnessed Him walk into the living room pulling their mum – this slave – by a lead, and then their mum spanked! Perhaps it was on the third time this slave ever met its Master – the first time that its Master ever stayed over night – Jekku died. This slave had stayed up late with its Master playing scrabble on the floor, the birds asleep on its shoulders, it said good night to them, put them into their respective soft beds, and went to sleep with its Master. The next morning its Master came into the living room to find this slave cradling Jekku...who was dead in its arms from unknown causes...crying silently. Its Master came to see...said nothing, but held this slave in His arms. Eventually it heard Him sniff a little and it realised the scene had affected Him. It asked for a moment to be alone but that after it wanted to wash its face and continue with the plans they had for the day; it actually begged its Master to please not treat it delicately, because it knew that if He did it would feel delicate and thus act like it was. It didn't need to be delicate...it didn't want to be. We went out, and coincidentally found a hurt seagull on the way home which its Master let it take to the vets nearby. They took its Master's number, and it never found out what happened to the seagull. Later that day, its Master and this slave had an impact session using long wooden dowels from the local hardware shop. That was the first time he properly marked it, and it loved it – not the pain exactly, but it loved the session, loved the marks, loved the feeling of the bruises as it drove its Master home later that day. Anyway. For Japhy, this led to some very negative feelings towards this slave's Master! First He was hitting his mum, then in His presence his “brother” Jekku died. This bearded man was clearly Bad News. Every time its Master visited, this slave would close Japhy in his cage and not let him out unless the slave was in the room with both of them. It wouldn't let Japhy be alone with his Master because, although he'd never bitten anyone, it knew that his body language was screaming that he was prepared to change that. Over time, though, Japhy came to tolerate this slave's Master. Japhy was happy to be around Him, to steal His food, to groom His beard. Now and then the slave needed to be out all day and its Master sent it videos during the day where Japhy was cuddled up with its Master and treating Him the same way as he'd treat this slave. Almost. In recent weeks Japhy bonded tightly with this slave's Master. They became quite silly. Of course this slave was always mum to Japhy, but Japhy was becoming quite obsessed with its Master, and spent much time with his head stuffed deep into its Master's beard asleep. ...Then last week a horrible accident happened. This slave was chained up at the time and could do nothing but shout as it watched the accident happen, and a few minutes later this slave sat cradling Japhy as he stopped his fight and left the world. And that's all there really is to say about that. It thought it would have more to say... but... it feels its words running out and an unexpected end seems apt. It's a difficult time. Sun conures should live for 30+ years, but that didn't happen this time. Sometimes things are shit. That is just...what they are. But life continues for everything else. For us.
