Marsha's Exotic Birds

.Babbage

Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed, All nicely tucked in my warm new bed.

I'd like to open my baggage, Lest I forget,

There is so much to carry - So much to regret.

Hmm...Yes there it is, right on the top, Let's unpack Loneliness, heartache and Loss,
And there by my lease hides Fear and Shame.

As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave - I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.

I loved them, the others, the ones who left me, But I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me.

Will you add to my baggage?

Will you help me unpack?

Or will you just look at my things - And take me right back?

Do you have the time to help me unpack? To put away my baggage, To never repack?

I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see, But I do come with baggage -

Will you still want me?

The 10 Parrot Commandments

1. My life is likely to last 10 or more years. Any separation from you will be painful to me. Remember that before you take me home.

2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.

3. Place your trust in me, it's crucial to my well being.

4. Don't be angry with me for long, don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your entertainment and your friends. I have only you.

5. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when it's speaking to me.

6. Be aware that however you treat me, I'll never forget it.

7. Remember before you hit me that I have a beak that could easily crush the bones of your hand, but I choose not to bite you.

8. Before you scold me for being uncooperative, obstinate, or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food or I've been in my cage too long.

9. Take care of me when I get old; you too will get old.

10. Go with me on the last journey. Never say "I can't bear to watch it" or "Let it happen in my absence". Everything is easier for me if you are there. Remember that I love you

-Author Unknown

The Plight of The Parrot

The Rainforest where we once lived was lush and thick and green.
The trees they reached into the sky like none that most have seen.
And in the tree's a hollow spot is where we both would go, For in the hollow, we would lay our eggs as white as snow.
The forest it had plenty of food for us to eat, And water holes where animals
would play and swim and meet.
One day as I was in my log I heard an awful sound, I flew out to the lookout branch to see what lurked around.
A human with his nets and gloves, machete and a sack, Had come to steal our chicks from us, Oh how I want them back.
And when he took our little chicks I heard a piercing cry, He dropped my chick from up above, I had to watch him die

And when he left, we went to see our hollow and our nest, Our family was gone you see, our place where we would rest.
The village man, he walked for miles through forest thick and green,The babies cried inside the bag, it hurt to hear them scream.
Into the village with the bag the merchants came to see, When opened up a single chick is all that there would be.
On the bottom lay my chick his body limp and frail, His eyes sunk in, his wrinkled skin, no longer would he wail.
The thunders coming closer the tree shakes from the ground, Branches flying everywhere our home is falling down.
I fly away and then I see my mate is no where near, I search above the tree tops no calls for me to hear.
And on the ground my lifelong mate lies still as still can be, And we will never mate again and never will be three.
And all the trees where we once lived are gone forever now, For roads and pastures take their place and ranchers with their cows.
Our food supply has dwindled our water hole is gone, No place to rest my tired wings Dear mate it won't be long.
Soon you will not see us In the forest if you look, The library is where we'll be inside a picture book.
So won't you tell your children of the parrots you once knew, And rest your head at night with ease Knowing, you did all that you could do.
Author - Terri L. Doe

This poem was written by my sister. She does not have a website yet. I felt it is worth others seeing it to show you how love can shine through our birds. So I am putting it up on mine until she gets one..
To my Flock
This is dedicated to my precious feathered friends. Max the Hahns Macaw, Rudy the Scarlet Macaw, Tyloer the Blue & Gold Macaw, Madison the Afican Grey and Zoe the Blue Front Amazon.
Max is just a bundle of joy,
Just a little bit smug and a little bit coy,
She loves to perch upon my shoulder
She scream and hollars if I don't hold her,
When she wants out she says "Step up Max"
And once shes out she constantly yacks.
She says I love you and cuddles up near
That's right before she bites my ear.
Out of all my birds, shes definitely the clown,
Whenever Max is around there's never a frown.
If you give her an inch, she'll take a mile
But thats just Max, thats just her style.
And then comes Rudy in all his majestic beauty
I love him so much, yes he's quite the cutie.
He'd rather snuggle with mommy than play with his toys
He doesn't care for girls but he likes the boys.
Sometimes he bites and sometimes he nips,
But he'll make up for it with a kiss on the lips.
He listens real well and knows what I'm saying
But sometimes I wish he's spend more time playing.
His harness goes on with the greatest of ease
I don't have to beg or even say please,
He needs more attention than any of them,
But when push comes to shove he's quite the gem.
And then there's Tyler who's stolen my heart,
Not only is he beartiful, but he's also smart.
He's quite the instigator, always getting in trouble,
Until mom comes along to burst is bubble.
He chases the dogs every chance that he gets,
He's got the poor schnauzers scared out of their wits.
He lays on his back to play with his feet,
And he thinks tummy tickles are totally neat.
He said "hello" today, the first time ever,
I don't have to tell you, he's totally clever.
He loves to get rubbed from head to feet,
He's such a joy and nothing but sweet.
Of course, there's Madison the African Grey,
He's still very young and sleeps most of the day.
I know he'll be wonderful, there's no doubt about that,
I've been reading the posts on the grey matter chat.
He loves to be rubbed, it puts him at ease,
He gets rubbed all the time between catching some zzz's.
To beat Prudles record of the largets vocab,
We know it's a long shot but we'll give it a stab.
The Blue Front Amazon is Christies it's true,
His names is Zoe and I'll love him too.
He'll be over to visit, and I'll visit there,
I want him to know, that my love I will share.
My stomach hurts from so much laughter,
When Zoe acts like a veloceraptor(sp)
While he's still young and quite the sleeper,
I can already tell, he's definitely a keeper.
Sometimes life can be a little tough,
Times get bad and things get rough.
"Hello", "I love you" are the words I hear,
From the birds that I hold so dear.
That's when life gets a little brighter,
Burdens are lifted and the load gets lighter,
They bring to me such joy and laughter,
I will love them all forever after.

Author is Julie Lanier