Chickadee is the sole survivor of a barn cat attack that she was mercifully too young to fully understand. She was a baby when it happened, hand-raised from that point forward by people who made sure she knew, from the very beginning of her life, that humans are safe and shoulders are an excellent place to be.
She got her name honestly. The feathers on the back of her neck never grew in — a lasting trace of the injury from the cat, healed over and entirely unbothering to Chickadee herself, who has not spent a single moment of her life concerned about it. The result is that she perpetually looks like a little chick: that bare patch giving her a perpetually baby-ish, wide-eyed quality that is, in combination with her actual personality, almost unfairly endearing. She is healthy. She is whole. She just looks like she’s still arriving.
What she is, in practice, is confident. Playful. Deeply interested in people and what they’re doing and whether there’s a shoulder available, because shoulders are Chickadee’s preferred operating altitude and she will make her way to yours with the purposeful ease of a bird who has done this many times and found it consistently excellent. She loves attention, and she is not shy about pursuing it. The barn is long behind her. She lives in the world of people now, and she has fully committed to that arrangement!
Chickadee awaits a home with people who are around, who enjoy an engaged and affectionate bird, and who have at least one shoulder to offer. She will find it immediately and make herself comfortable. She survived something hard before she even knew what hard was. Everything since has been people and warmth and shoulders, and she says that is all she has ever needed!
