A new pet has adopted me. I probably wouldn’t have chosen him. He just ended up in my yard and decided it was the place for him to be. My son even named him Rodney the Rooster. Roosters are ubiquitous in Hawaii. You’ll see them at airports, in parking lots, and at outdoor restaurants. Unfortunately, Rodney didn’t learn the lesson about crowing at sunrise. He crows all night and during the daytime, too. Now he brought home a lady friend, and I am OK with that since he’s not quite as noisy, and together they feed on bugs that visit my garden, especially my roses. Watching him strut around my property, I started thinking about all the birds in my life.
When I was a child, a neighbor built an aviary in his back yard. I could hear all the birds and just had to see what they looked like, so I ventured out to peek over his fence. He noticed me and invited me in. I was fascinated. He was raising parakeets to sell to the store in town that sold birds, cages, and bird food. He taught me how to take care of them, feeding them and cleaning up the aviary. He even taught me how to clip their wings. I was so much help to him that he gave me a light blue parakeet and a cage, with my parents’ permission of course. I very carefully clipped my bird’s wings so he wouldn’t be able to fly away from me. Unfortunately, he couldn’t fly away from my sister’s cat either. The last I saw of him was his tail feathers sticking out of the cat’s mouth. I was devastated with this early lesson on life and death.
A favorite bird we had after I was married was a finch amazon parrot. He was huge, beautiful, and loud. He used to say “Hello pretty boy” all the time, and our whole neighborhood knew when it was dawn. We learned to cover his cage at night which fooled him into thinking that it wasn’t dawn until his cage was uncovered. We had to leave for a couple of days, so we made sure he had plenty of food and water like we had before whenever we went away. This time though, somehow, he managed to knock over his water, so we found that beautiful boy laying in the bottom of his cage when we returned home. I felt responsible. It broke my heart.
I was done with birds, and then we were given 2 little love birds. They we so cute and sweet with each other. Then one of them got sick, then I got sick, then the other one got sick, and they both died. We buried them in the backyard. This happened at a time I didn’t have health insurance and I got very ill. I was sure I had pneumonia. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. My breathing was difficult, and I had a bad cough. A friend dropped by who happened to be a veterinarian, and he diagnosed me with psittacosis (parrot fever) because the birds had died, and he and told me what the prescription was that I needed. Fortunately, my aunt was able to get a prescription for me from the doctor she worked for. We had to dig up the birds and give them to the health department who confirmed the psittacosis.
I learned about life and death, and about the responsibility of having birds for pets. I decided to only enjoy birds in nature from then on. Moving to Maui has allowed me to do just that. There are so many chickens here, and they always seem to be crossing the road. I am surprised we don’t have Chicken Crossing signs, but they’d have to be everywhere!
Ron and I would sit on our lanai, called a deck on the mainland, and listen to the amazing birds singing, especially in the morning. So many different songs! They would come and play in the water of our fountain close to the lanai. They almost always were in pairs and were beautiful to watch, especially the cardinals. Ron would go outside at dawn every morning to watch the cattle egrets fly in formation up the volcano we live on the side of. They always flew right over our house. I think Ron attracted them.
I loved to watch the birds gather components for their nest building. I am amazed what they found to use. One bird had a thin piece of plastic that flowed all the way down to the ground. We watched as bit by bit that little bird got all of it into the tree. I imagined him sharing with his fellow birds since there are so many of them!
I am grateful that I learned the importance of the freedom of the birds. They don’t live by arbitrary rules that we make up when we capture them. Being free, their songs seem joyful. I’ll continue to listen to all these beautiful birds and take the time to enjoy their lovely songs. And I relish their company even at this distance.
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Karyn Shaudis says
Hi Em,
I remember Pearl Rudnick and her aviary when I was a child in Bakersfield. She had my Mom and I to tea one day and I was smitten by the beautiful birds. She also gave me a blue buggie than I picked. It died way to soon as I wasn’t a good keeper and he missed all of his friends.
Today back in Bakersfield I aid travelers in bird form with a place to rest, feed and water. There are doves, finches, blue birds, mockingbirds , red breasted robins and hummers. I enjoy not owning or caging them so they come here of free will.
They have designated my bedroom window and pop up there singing each day to remind me to get up. The doves won’t stop until I put fresh water in the bird bath.
We have a happy peaceful garden which we all seem to enjoy.
Best regards,
Karyn Shaudis