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| A BIRD BREEDER'S CHRISTMAS | |
You take such good care of us as you move us to the brooder and wake up to feed us according to our schedule - not yours. We are full and plump and happy. We have so many parrotlet and parrot friends to get to know! You allow us to fly and we learn to eat sprouts, seed, millet, pellets, veggies and fruits. We learn to trust other parrots, and especially to learn to trust hands and people. We will even learn that the dog will help you find us and not EAT us! But we are worried about one thing when Christmas comes around.
We hear folks on the phone begging you to let us arrive in time for Christmas. But PLEASE do not sell us until we are ready to leave home. They write well-intentioned emails explaining that they have the experience to finish hand-feeding and weaning us, and assure you how well we will be treated. But they will be busy opening presents and visiting with family and friends, and will not have the time to check in on us every few minutes to make sure we are secure, fed and sufficiently warm. They will want our wings clipped and we will not be able to fly. We will have to compete with the new puppy, the new kitten, the new video games and all the company and good food. I know these folks will make us feel special when at last we arrive at their homes, but please don't make us go too early! Our earliest care and development is best left in the hands of our dedicated breeder. They know that they can never get very far away from us, or for very long. And everything will be just fine if we don't see Santa until 2007!
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the flights, Not a bird was stirring since I turned off the lights. Clean dishes were stacked by the freezer with care, so in the morning they would be filled with fresh healthy fare. The babies were handfed, the pet birds out to play Everyone was settled- I was done for the day.
When down from the basement there arose such a clatter That I ran for the stairs to see what was the matter. I raced down the steps and turned on the light Glancing first to my left and then to my right. It was then that I noticed the now empty spot In the cage where the Cockatoos should be but were not!
"The Goffins are missing" I yelled to my spouse While I shuddered to think what they'd do to the house My fears were well founded; I soon came to know; As I surveyed the destruction in the bird room below. Feeding doors had been opened, the dishes all tossed Bags were ripped open their contents all lost.
The marauders unfastened from the cage tops each toy Which they tossed at the occupants below with such joy. The other birds sulked as they viewed the whole mess.
This Cockatoo Duo had created such stress! I searched through the room, my frustration profound Those two fiendish beasts simply weren't to be found! It was then that I noticed the Senegal staring As his eyes flashed with anger I saw he was glaring Towards the side of the room at an overturned pail I followed his gaze and saw a flash of white tail.
Holding my breath I approached with great care Was it possible both could be hiding in there? I snatched up the bucket and the villains were exposed. They knew they were busted and for a second they froze. Then with a Cockatoo shriek and scrambling of feet They raced for their cage in hasty retreat I slammed the door shut as I trembled with rage "Don't you two ever, ever come out of your cage!"
They stared at me smugly cheeks puffed with contentment Their mission accomplished they ignored my resentment "I'll clean up tomorrow," I said aloud with a sigh As I walked toward the steps one 'Too said "bye-bye." As I turned with a grin I felt suddenly calm Their sweet little voices could act as a balm
For along with their mischief, they brought love and fun It was hard to stay angry despite what they'd done. My jangled nerves and life's hectic pace Had made me forget what was in my face I didn't need gifts, fancy stuff from the store I had all I needed, my birds and much more!
My dear friends and family, my health and my spouse Everything that mattered was right here in this house So Santa I thank you but I don't need a lot I'm learning to be grateful for all that I've got. If you come down my chimney to bring something new Just leave me some padlocks so I can lock up the 'Toos!!
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