This was a tough read without a handkerchief. Having kept birds for over 50 years, and certainly knowing the feeling when you lose one. I currently have three African greys, only one, Willie, speaks English, but lots of it. Calls the dogs, mimics most of the birds, mimics me blowing my nose :-) so I truly appreciated this essay. Thanks, as always.
They tell us that we better be prepared and dedicated to their very long lives, but they never tell us what we are supposed to do when their long lives still aren't enough. ❤
I loved this, and I did cry for my first bird, a white-eyed conure named Jasmine that I lost a few years ago. And YES my African grey Newman has kept her alive but I never thought about it in the way Rebecca wrote about. SNIF.
This was a tough read without a handkerchief. Having kept birds for over 50 years, and certainly knowing the feeling when you lose one. I currently have three African greys, only one, Willie, speaks English, but lots of it. Calls the dogs, mimics most of the birds, mimics me blowing my nose :-) so I truly appreciated this essay. Thanks, as always.
They tell us that we better be prepared and dedicated to their very long lives, but they never tell us what we are supposed to do when their long lives still aren't enough. ❤
I loved this, and I did cry for my first bird, a white-eyed conure named Jasmine that I lost a few years ago. And YES my African grey Newman has kept her alive but I never thought about it in the way Rebecca wrote about. SNIF.
First it was Nighthawks. Then several years later it was House Wrens. This year it was Mourning Doves. Silent Spring indeed.