LoveMyConlan
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- Mar 31, 2015
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- Gcc- Conlan... Sun Conure- Mouse...Jenday- Kellan... RLA- Happy...B&G Macaw- Rhage
**RANT** A friend was over, who's only been around my birds a few times, and after watching Kellan (Jenday) pull my earring out, and Conlan(Gcc) bite my hand, she looked at me with a disgusted look and said "Why do you even keep them? They are loud, nasty, messy, and bite. They are a waste of space and holding you back from having a life. If you want birds replace them with something nicer."(something to that effect)
I flipped out and tossed her out of my house... Please excuse me while I rant and what I wanted to throw in her face. I was really peeved and had to get this out with people who understand...
Parrots aren't just something you replace or get rid of. They are a commitment. A 30 year commitment. MY 30 year commitment.
They are not a waste of space. They are my heart and soul. My best friends. My teachers. My therapists. My kids. My alarm clocks. My reason to get out of bed and face the day while dealing with a chronic illness.
Yes they are loud. Yes they are messy. Yes they bite. Yes they are expensive. Yes they are high maintenance. Yes I have to change things to make sure they are safe. Yes I spend all my time with them. Yes I spend more money on them than myself
But... They are loud because they get excited to see me after work. They bite to communicate because they can't talk. They are picky eaters and I make sure they get the good stuff they need, while normally they throw out what they don't want. They get quality food, safe toys, the biggest cages to be happy. They enjoy my company while asking for nothing in return. They make me smile on days I just want to cry. They give me reason to face each day smiling. They guard me when I'm sick. They understand when I'm having a bad day and are quieter and more laid back.
These feathered creatures aren't just 'pets'. They are my children. I know what they like and don't like. Their favorite games, scratching spots, toys, perches. I know their voices. I know how each one will greet me when I walk into the room. I know each personality. They are no different that the human children people have.
These living breathing things COMMIT their love of seeing me smile and laugh. They COMMIT to always being happy to see me. They COMMIT to teaching me their ways. They COMMIT to being my best friend's. They COMMIT to offering their trust over and over again. All the while asking for nothing except time.
And I commit to the same for them. I COMMIT to making they happy, safe, healthy, comfy. I COMMIT to making sure they have full bellies, fresh water that I would drink, and a clean home. I COMMIT to making sure their needs are before my own. I COMMIT to being someone they can be PROUD to be worth of their love. I COMMIT to bettering myself to better them.
That is my commitment. My 30 year commitment. My favorite commitment.
I flipped out and tossed her out of my house... Please excuse me while I rant and what I wanted to throw in her face. I was really peeved and had to get this out with people who understand...
Parrots aren't just something you replace or get rid of. They are a commitment. A 30 year commitment. MY 30 year commitment.
They are not a waste of space. They are my heart and soul. My best friends. My teachers. My therapists. My kids. My alarm clocks. My reason to get out of bed and face the day while dealing with a chronic illness.
Yes they are loud. Yes they are messy. Yes they bite. Yes they are expensive. Yes they are high maintenance. Yes I have to change things to make sure they are safe. Yes I spend all my time with them. Yes I spend more money on them than myself
But... They are loud because they get excited to see me after work. They bite to communicate because they can't talk. They are picky eaters and I make sure they get the good stuff they need, while normally they throw out what they don't want. They get quality food, safe toys, the biggest cages to be happy. They enjoy my company while asking for nothing in return. They make me smile on days I just want to cry. They give me reason to face each day smiling. They guard me when I'm sick. They understand when I'm having a bad day and are quieter and more laid back.
These feathered creatures aren't just 'pets'. They are my children. I know what they like and don't like. Their favorite games, scratching spots, toys, perches. I know their voices. I know how each one will greet me when I walk into the room. I know each personality. They are no different that the human children people have.
These living breathing things COMMIT their love of seeing me smile and laugh. They COMMIT to always being happy to see me. They COMMIT to teaching me their ways. They COMMIT to being my best friend's. They COMMIT to offering their trust over and over again. All the while asking for nothing except time.
And I commit to the same for them. I COMMIT to making they happy, safe, healthy, comfy. I COMMIT to making sure they have full bellies, fresh water that I would drink, and a clean home. I COMMIT to making sure their needs are before my own. I COMMIT to being someone they can be PROUD to be worth of their love. I COMMIT to bettering myself to better them.
That is my commitment. My 30 year commitment. My favorite commitment.