Yes, it may seem like a miracle to anyone who knows of him, but Rocky got adopted!
I have been in contact with his new family, and they love him very much. He is acclimating well. They also have a yellow-collared macaw, and the two of them (Rocky and the other mini) have been preening each other. This is fantastic news, as Rocky always seemed like he wanted to befriend another parrot, but the other birds at my house were not interested.
Stella is also doing well -- I get frequent updates from her new family. She is also very loved and doing very well.
Thomas still does not care about any of us. The house should sell next week, and then I will basically have no contact with him, which is apparently what he wanted all along.
As for the three that are with me, they are doing very well. Calypso has blossomed so much, it's like he's a different bird. Beeps and Max have adapted to having me as their only human.
I know I keep saying that I will post more, but I have trouble figuring out what this blog should be. Still mostly about the parrots? (With the loss of Rocky, there is not as much to report!) Dating in my 30s? (Frustrating, to say the least!) My life, navigating a completely different one than I'd been planning for the past 11 years?
Right now, my three remaining parrots (Max, Calypso, and Beeps) and I are listening to music on youtube and having a dance party:
This song has given me so much strength throughout the ordeal. I frequently repeat lines to myself, especially about how she had to go through so much war to get where she is today. That is what my life has become.