As a young expatriate married woman, my former Kuwaiti in-laws gave me my first large parrot in 1972 as a welcome gift. When I think about that time in the early ‘70s, I recall many things: How far that wild caught yellow-naped Amazon had come from its original home in South America to end up for purchase in the souk (outdoor market) in Kuwait; how truly ignorant I was about the care of such a bird; and that there were zero resources available to me in Kuwait at that time to help me learn to care for a parrot.
I named her Sadiki, which meant little friend. I hardly remember the care that I provided her. In 1974, when I returned from the hospital after giving birth to my daughter, the cage and bird were missing from my front patio. I consoled myself and tried to remove my chronic sense of guilt by fervently hoping that some knowledgeable and caring person saw the dire straits in which I kept that bird and intervened in its future. I never learned what happened to my little friend.
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