Saturday bobs

As usual, I had fifteen things I wanted to write and they all flew away as soon as I sat down.  I’m starting this post about an hour before I take Arabella, my macaw, for her ‘every five weeks’ beak trim, she having been born with a birth defect, probably from in-breeding. I had the dogs groomed on Thursday and I will have Nash, my hair stylist cut what’s left of my hair next Tuesday.

My daughter and granddaughters were Nash’s clients before I was.  Connie was blonde in those days (before she remarried).  But this year, having reached grandmotherhood and the august age of 55 she let her dark hair go white…..the new blonde in case you hadn’t noticed.

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Above, youngest grandson Sean at bat in San Diego.

For some reason, I was thinking about baseball this morning.  Once upon a time, I was crazy about the game. I collected all the baseball cards, and wept when I read the poem Casey at the Bat.  Saturdays, Dad and I watched the games together. I relentlessly followed the team and player rankings in the American League.

Like my hero, Thumping Theodore of the BoSox, I played left field for my school team and hit a mean ball, which helped win many a game the year I was a Junior.  We lost our grand championship game to the Freshmen team. However, as the girls sports writer for the school newspaper, I had to write the article about the game. Of course it was totally unbiased.

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David, Clare and Johnny doing what they love best.

Okay we are back from the Avian vet’s office.  Next week my little Pom Clare, who just turned 12 goes for her annual exam.

At the Avian vet’s office two vet techs met our car and helped us into the office, opening doors, lending us a shoulder to lean on, carrying Arabella’s carrier, and directing us to a parking space next to the back door. Leaving we had the reverse experience with the car close to the exit.

I shared with the vet techs that next week I will rehome, Dory, one of my parrots. Dory is an African Redbelly Poicephalus and these parrots live to age 35 or older.  I don’t think I am going to live 25 more years.  Well, I might, but I probably won’t be able to take care of all these parrots when I am 101 years old.

My cleaner’s son Genesis has agreed to rehome Dory. Dory is a great parrot, kind of like a Jack Russell Terrier, very intelligent and high energy (smarter than my dogs)  and I simply don’t have the time to spend with her, so she gets the short end. I think Genesis will do a great job because, for several years, he worked at the DC animal shelter rehabilitating animals.  Later he worked at the Arlington Career Center teaching people how to care for parrots.

Arabella excepted, Dory is my youngest parrot.  The others range in age from 14 to 12. I’ve had them all since they were babies. Youngest granddaughter Joy named Dory after she saw that movie about a fish back when she was eight years old.  Dory was a girl fish in the movie and named for Neptune’s daughter.

It’s awfully difficult to give up a parrot or any animal you love, but as both David and I are having so many issues, and more of the household stuff is falling on me, I need to plan ahead.  As Nash says, “It is what it is!”

 

19 thoughts on “Saturday bobs

  1. This was very interesting to read since (as you know and have commented on) we just visited that parrot rehab place here in Florida. The owner lady at that facility said that she asks people who want to adopt her parrots to have a plan in place for what the would do with their pet in the event they are unable to care for it. She said specifically she does not discriminate against potential adopters based on age, because anything can happen to anyone at any age. (This statement kind of took the young parents who were on our tour aback — they were young enough not to have thought of that yet.) Anyway, Keri, the owner would obviously approve of your plan as you have found a great place to rehome. I know it will be hard for you, but you know you are doing the right thing!

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    • Baby has a lifespan of 35 years, however, I’ve had him for 14 years. Jesse has a lifespan of 20-25 years, and I’ve had him 14 years. Sweet Pea has a life span of 30 years and I have had her 10 years. Arabella has a lifespan of 30-35 years and I’ve had her 6 years. However, Arabella has special needs owing to birth defects, so I will take care of her as long as I can. Amelia and Rita will take two of the parrots when the need arises. Connie or my vet will probably take Arabella when and if I need it. Kathy may take Baby. She is the only person Baby allows to pet him. Also have a friend in MI who is a vet tech who wants Baby.

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  2. Your love for your birds always comes through when you right about them. Giving Dory to Genesis is a thoughtful and wise choice, He sounds like he knows how to take care of her completely. Lovely photos, I especially enjoyed the one of David with Clare and Johnny. A very nice one of your grandson and a great header shot also.

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    • Thank you Denise. those words mean a lot to me. Haven’t visited any parks this weekend, as we are busy with our garden. I’m in better shape this year than I was last year, so I am able to do more of the work. Very good for me also.

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  3. I can just imagine how hard it is to let a pet go, especially such a smart bird. I had no idea they lived so long. No wonder those mynahs and bulbuls are able to thwart us to easily. They must learn from year to year, apply their knowledge and pass it on. I wouldn’t be surprised.

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    • Hopefully, we will have the dogs until the end. However realistically, I need to rehome the parrots along the way.

      And yes, those Mynahs are extremely intelligent and learn from year to year. They can learn to talk, but we can’t learn to fly. Once again, life isn’t fair.

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  4. Sounds like the rehoming of your parrot is in the best interests of the bird and your mind. As much as I would enjoy a pet I decided to not get one for several reasons — including it would likely outlive me and I might not be able to find a good home for the pet, complications for any traveling I might do not to mention extra work and cost caring. Also, I saw numerous older people come into health care troubled about what was to become of their pets. I still remember the pain of parting with my dog when I was young about which I wrote several years ago.

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  5. Well that is just sad but I’m so glad you are planning ahead. I think your rehomeing sound very organized and you picked a well informed person who will take good care of her. I hope it goes smoothly. It should after all, a parrot named after a famous Fish will certainly go far in life.

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  6. This was a bittersweet post. I know how difficult this is for you, but what an honorable thing to do. I understand. I think a lot about our pups. They are 3 1/2 and 1 1/2 and I hope that we all decide to leave for the great beyond at about the same time. It is wonderful that pets help us live out our lives, reminding us that it is, indeed, all about love.

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    • I’ll miss her because she’s my funniest parrot, however, she is also the youngest but one and very long lived. Better for her to find a new companion to bond with earlier rather than later. Other caveats are associated with each of the other four.

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