Posts Tagged ‘pet birds’

I had moved from the north to the south in 2004. For some reason, I was thinking of this move today.The van on loan from my home church resembled Noah’s Ark. Literally. Wally my plecto (big 16 inch ugly fish) and Bruce (14 inch shark) traveled in watery totes with battery-powered air supply. Their large aquarium  was nestled safely among my few belongings.

I had three cats–Sebastian, Kirbie Leigh and Pepper-who were all too advanced in age to be left behind. Sebastian and Kirbie had been with me long before my failed marriage had started. They were to be with me to the bitter end. I had a rescue rabbit–Jade–riding in his big bunny cage, munching hay. Taz, my blue and gold Macaw rode shotgun on the back of my passenger seat. Sharing hip space between the front seats were my last two remaining collies, Kip and Riley James. On the dashboard, looking like a stuffed bubble head toy was my Papillion, Scrapper. The only one missing was my horse. He was being cared for by someone and I would return for him in a few weeks.

I had managed to fit a few suitcases and boxes in for my stuff, but most the van space was indeed devoted to the pets and their stuff. It was much like traveling with a baby or toddler, nine times over. For about 850 miles. I am glad to say they all handled it very well. I do recall Taz got a little bored around southern Ohio so he and Pepper swapped places for a few a short while. And the last few miles to our new home the collies started growling and snapping at one another but they were tired and hungry and cramped so I understood.

So we all survived the journey, we settled in and blossomed where we were now planted in our new home, new region, new everything. And it occurred to me today that ten years have gone by since that time. Wally and Bruce– the fish I could not bear to part with–both died within a few years of fishy infections. I lost Sebastian and Kirbie Leigh within the first year, a scant thirteen days apart. Kip and Riley James were both passed on by 2010. Scrapper was let go just this year at the age of 17. Jade the bunny died within a couple years. Even my horse had to go on.

Of the original Noah’s Ark, only Taz and Pepper remain. Taz is 21 and Pepper is 18. The clock has started on Pepper’s countdown. Taz is expected to hopefully outlive me and everyone reading this post.  Maybe in 50 to 80 years, someone will read my journals and these blog entries and marvel at his travels.

So today I was taking a break, and I happened to realize who was chilling with me–Whymzie, Kryshnah and Muldoone. Just so happened it was these three. These are the three kitties I adopted shortly after moving to the south. Two were kittens and one was around a year old. And now all are ‘young’ seniors themselves. That was a scary revelation today. And finally there is the newest members of my group–Aspen who is about a year and her baby, Avery Faith, who is roughly 5 months old.

I see a cycle and I see time marching on. I do have new sharks, Zechariah and Malachi. They are still young, neither one not quite reaching a foot long yet. No dogs and no bunnies and no horses any more. The desire is certainly there, the time is not right. So I heed to the practicality of time over heart.

Time is such an odd and abstract creature. Unshakable, unchangeable, uncontrollable. It only marches onward, but our memories can take us backward. Today I think of my personal little Ark, full of pets who I wanted to have with me to begin a new life together. Isn’t it odd how choices and time often travel together?

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Today I gave Taz, my wonderful Blue and Gold Macaw buddy an empty, clean plastic applesauce cup. He was on my desk, we had just finished a rousing game of “whee!” and I needed to sit a moment. Once he finished cleaning my fingernails–his self appointed duty–I handed him the empty cup.

Wow, what a toy! He attacked that toy with everything he had, tossing it all over the desk, chasing it, throwing it into the air, tossing it to me to catch–or chase–and return to him. He had a blast.

And I found myself laughing in spite of myself. Watching him play and having such a great time, and listening to his happy chatter and laughter, I could not help but push my worries and concerns aside long enough to laugh with him.

I don’t know who needed this playtime more— Taz or I, but it lightened my heart today. Little birdy buddy, I love you.

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Taz checking the mail with me 1-21-13Many have already noticed the blue and gold Macaw who graces the Facebook profile and many have heard me speak of him occasionally. Okay…some may have heard about him more than just occasionally. But he’s my boy.
For those who don’t know Taz, he’s a 20 year old Blue and Gold Macaw— a large hook billed parrot. At 20, he is still considered young. I’ve known him since he was an ugly little chick of only a few weeks, all eyes and feet and beak and very few feathers. Or fedders are we call them around the house. When he was four years old, I officially bought him and brought him home. Now he is my ‘right winged man’, who must—and I mean must–be part of everything I am doing at home.
Oh yeah, he can talk. Copiously. When it’s just me and him or with folks he is comfortable with, oh boy does he talk. And talk. And talk. And coherently even. He has a real sense of humor and a great laugh. A whole lot of personality wrapped up into just a little over two pounds of fedders.

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