My Ring Neck Arrived To Roost

Well I had published a hub a couple of weeks ago, about the impending arrival of my Ring Neck, which was one of those items on my personal "Bucket List", yes it had taken a long time to for this to be realised, and alas this nearly did not happen. Two days after the publishing of that hub, my world was shattered.

My Ring Neck, ESCAPED!

My world had been shattered, this tiny one and half month old, sparcely feathered covered bundle of flesh and bones, was out into the dwindling twilight and was lost to me. 

What went through me that moment, when I heard about the loss of what was to be mine.

The memories of why I personally, do not really enjoy my own birthday and Christmas, strange as it may sound, jumped out again and slammed me full square between my eyes.

During my early childhood, and up to my early teens, every time these occasions arose I would absolutely dread the upcoming event. As time after time, I would have wished and hinted for what I really would have liked as a present. The wrapped boxes nearly always were empty promises and left me a little sadder.

As I grew up, and got married, there were more of these times, more often than not, when the same feelings that persisted all of my childhood would haunt me.

I had been taken to that magic store where everything that one could ask for and even more.

Told to stand there and pick whatever I wanted, or desired, and it would be mine.

Only when upon making my selection, would be told that, it was not suitable, available, out of stock or whatever. Then would have to choose again.

A bit like getting the Bronze Medal for coming first.

So with a heavy, heavy heart I accepted the loss, even though every one involved in organising and giving me this present of all presents, were trying to find or organize that bronze medal, I accepted that loss, and finally, I hope, let go of my past disappointments at the same time.

Explained my decision as carefully and tactfully as I could, without hurting or upsetting my wife, that I could and would not have another parrot, mine was gone, so be it. 

 The next day a jubilant shout was heard throughout the office my wife worked at. The Parrot was found, the husband of the breeder, went looking around the few houses that surround their property, to find him up a tree.

He climbed as close as he could and called the bird, as we had just named it a few days before,he climbed onto his finger and was taken inside to have his wings clipped.

His outside excursion had left no scars on the poor bird, and is quite healthy and is now settled into his new home, with me and the wife, quite content with his surroundings.

This most valuable lesson is what this Parrot has taught me!

If you Love Someone Let It Fly Away If It Comes Back It Is Yours

However you still, keep its wings lovingly clipped, feed and nurture it, do not imprison it, but help to keep it secure.

In closing this first chronicle of the The Goompie Saga's

Attached is a brief email that I sent out this morning to my wife.

Home Front News

 Well after you left this morning, things really got hectic! Attacked the bed linen stripped it and the pillow protectors, emptied and reloaded the washing machine, wet in a basket and dirty into the machine, added the washing powder and stain vanishing stuff, as well as that scent of sandalwood softener.

 Let The Goompy out and he has been riding my shoulder as I have dashed around getting the house into some order out of the disorder.

Received your missed call and decided I needed a cup of coffee, switched on the kettle and got busy talking to the bird. Quickly opened the mail, found nothing in it, Goompy jumped across to his perch, looked around and jumped back. Remembered I needed coffeeeeeeeeeeee!, back to the kitchen with The Goompy hanging on and beak franticly clutching on to the seem of my collar, claws dug in and making strange squawking sounds.

Before making My Coffee, fixed a quick snack for The Goompy, who was craning his neck to ascertain what I was doing. So out came his personal glass breakfast bowl, into it went a couple of Pecan Nut halves, three Gooseberries, some sunflower seeds, a bit of sesame seeds two slivers of carrots.

 Placed it on the table in his, what has now become, spot so that he can partake of the morning repast. I broke a potato crisp from yesterday's lunch, and The Goompy charged away from his brekkie bowl, took it from my hand with his beak, a bit shy of snatching it from. Stood on one leg and chomped away at the crisp. Left his favourite brekki snacks and had a feast on the crisp.

 Not that I mind as the crisp is natural and made from a potato and deep fried in sunflower oils, without added gump or gunk, not mixed with preservative and pumped out of an extruder.

 From The Home front