jo_ann.mccreadie
Just lost my little boy, a Quaker called Coco, we had him for 3 years and loved him dearly but he got a small scratch on his neck that became infected. We called the vet but he was away on holiday so the vet on duty said to bathe the area and put savlon on the cut, said no need to see him. Next morning we got up and our boy was dead. The poem says it all. I have been told "It was only a bird" but he was so much more to us.
opossumsal1
Peaceful Thoughts of Solace
I'll lend you, for a little while, a bird of mine," He said.
"For you to love while he lives, and mourn when he's dead.
It may be six or seven years, or maybe twenty-three.
But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and shall his stay be
brief,
You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay, as all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there I want this bird to
learn.
I've looked the whole world over in my search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected
you.
Now will you give him all your love - not think this labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call to take him back again.
I fancied that I heard them say, 'Dear Lord, thy will be done.'
For all the joy this bird shall bring, the risk of grief we'll
run.
We'll shower him with tenderness and love while we may,
And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay.
And should the angels call for him much sooner than we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand."
Author Unknown.
opossumsal1
How the Birds Came
AN INDIAN LEGEND
All summer long the forest trees
Had raised their leaves for dew and breeze;
But colder grew the autumn sun
And, slowly fading, one by one
The leaves came drifting down the air
Till soon the boughs would all be bare.
What sadness comes with fall of leaf!
The great trees bent their heads in grief
And raised their knotted arms to call
In prayer on Him Who made them all:
"O Gitche Manitou above,
Shall all be lost of these we love?"
In thunder roll and lightning flame
The Mighty Spirit's answer came:
"Behold, my forest, tempest-tossed,
How all must change, yet naught be lost!"
And while they heard the Master's words,
The drifting leaves were changed to birds!
The leaves of willow fluttered down
As Finches, tawny, green, and brown.
The red and russet leaves of oak
Became the Thrush and Robin folk.
The golden beech-leaves learned to fly
As Yellowbirds athwart the sky;
While all the maple leaves that turned
In changing hues that glowed and burned
Took wing across the wooded knolls
As Tanagers and Orioles!
So, every year when laughing Spring
Dissolves the snows, on eager wing
The birds of forest, hill, and glen
Return to know their trees again--
To build their nests, to peer and stir
Among the leaves of which they were;
And from those boughs where once they grew
They sing to Gitche Manitou.
Arthur Guiterman (1871-1943)
opossumsal1
I am a beautiful budgie
Feathers so vivid & bold
My beak is extremely sharp
I can do many things you cant
I can rotate my head 180 degrees
I adore masses of attention
I am an offspring from the parrot family
Im really simple to train
They are heaps of other cool stuff I can do
But for now this will have make-do
Katherine Say, England
opossumsal1
The Parakeets
They talk all day
and when it starts to get dark
they lower their voices
to converse with their own shadows
and with the silence.
They are like everybody
the parakeets
all day chatter,
and at night bad dreams.
With their gold rings
on their clever faces,
brilliant feathers
and the heart restless
with speech...
They are like everybody,
the parakeets
the ones that talk best
have separate cages.
by Alberto Blanco
carmen4175
does any one no how to teach a parrots to talk if so post how and thanks for your time
