Friday, February 13, 2009
Destined To Own Birds?
By Linda Costello
Explore the diaries of daily life with large birds.
 Photo courtesy of Linda Costello Maybe destiny brings parrots and their owners together. |
After my mother passed away, I was sorting through her things, and I came across a box of my grandmother's old diaries. In an entry dated March, 1964, she wrote that her mother's (my great grandmother's) parakeet (budgie) had died at 12 years old.
Growing up, I spent a lot of time visiting my great grandmother. I was 13 when she passed away, but being in my early teens when the bird died, you would think I would remember that parakeet. But that was long before birds became such a big part of my life.
None of my older family members are around to talk to about the bird. I'd have a lot of questions: What was the bird’s diet? How tame was it? Was it male or female? Did it talk?
My own budgie, Mylo, passed away last October. He would have been 13 now. He was full of personality and a great talker. I left his cage in place for awhile, but I finally made myself put it away. As I did, my African grey, Muggsy, was watching. She asked me, “Where is Mylo?”
Still feeling the ache in my heart over losing Mylo, I realized that these birds are so much more than pets — they are family members. So I explained to her, as you would a small child, what had happened.
Reading on in the diary, I learned that my Great Aunt Meryl — whose husband's nickname was Bird, by the way — had canaries. I had no idea any of them had birds back then. I find it so interesting to read about it now!
Coincidentally, I have a 27-year-old blue-fronted Amazon named Radar that had belonged to my dad’s Uncle Mike for 15 years, until Mike died.
I wonder how many of us, if we did a little investigating, would find out that there had been bird lovers in our families. I find it interesting, and it seems to me that with all these coincidences, maybe I was predestined to end up with all my birds.
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