a wildlife rehabilitator has brought many stories to our
household. Some of these stories are sad, some are happy and some are
just plain humorous. This is one of those stories.
Early last fall, I received a call from a very nice young man who told
me he had a green bird in his tree, I told him, "No you don't! We
don't have green birds in our state of Indiana."
After convincing me he did indeed have a green bird in his tree, I
agreed to come and try to capture said bird. I am not a bird person, I
rehabilitate orphaned infant mammals. After I exhausted my bird
people list, trying to find someone else to take this call, I headed
out, with my daughter Beth and granddaughter Kayleigh. All bird
catching paraphernalia in our vehicle, and only two pair of leather
gloves, that I would later regret.
We arrived at the man's house, and sure enough, he had a green bird in
his tree, an Amazon parrot. The bird was in a small crab apple tree in
the front yard of the caller's home. I'm thinking "This is going to be
a snap, HA!" My daughter climbed the tree, bird-catching-net in hand,
and bird snaked his neck down to come face to face with Beth, and
said, "Hello." Beth laughed, bird soared like an Eagle to a 60-foot
Okay, time to 'wait out the bird.' So, surrounded by our bird catching
paraphernalia, we wait. So, curious bird, flies to a yard next door,
into a small bush, hallelujah! I started talking softly, saying
anything to the bird that came to mind, not often doing rehab on
birds, and never having had a parrot, I have no idea what to say to
him. "Hi bird, how are you?" "Nice day isn't it?"
Bird replies in kind, with parrot talk I don't understand. However, I
know if I can get close enough, I can nab him. As I'm walking to the
bush where said bird has lighted, I am saying in what I hope is an
appealing manner to the bird, "Kayleigh, give me the gloves, give me
the gloves, please give me the gloves, and a few crab apples." I get
in front of the curious bird, who by this time finds me a very
interesting diversion to his day. As well, by this time I have on the
leather gloves, crab apples in hand, and bird can't stand it, he
lunges, I grab. Daughter Beth at this time comes a-runnin', she gets
one side of bird, I have hold of the other, and off we go to the
carrier I have placed close by, bird raising Cain all the way. To my
chagrin, I find Amazon Parrots can and do bite through leather gloves!
We bring bird home, and the next day bird announces that his name is
Edward, I tried to get his address and phone number but he wouldn't
comply. Over the next few weeks I did everything in my power to find
Ed's owner, to no avail. Edward has a very extensive vocabulary, and a
repertoire of songs of which he will sing solo, or as a duet, with
anyone who is close by and knows the words. He's now part of our
family, having instituted himself into our household. I guess after
all this time, I have become a 'bird person.' Edward has taught me the
delights and fascination of a world I had yet to experience, that of a
wise cracking, extremely intelligent, funny and captivating animal.
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