Yesterday my son and I drove to my friend Kathy’s house in Eden Prairie to pick up Elvis. Leaving the dark basement he called home for so many years to then find himself in her bright, uncluttered home surrounded by trees must have been quite a shock for him.( Read his story here ) I can’t imagine how it must feel to go from almost complete sensory deprivation to sunshine, light, and laughter. To give you an idea of how cluttered the home was, Kathy had to hold the small traveling cage (approximately 16 inches wide) high over her head to squeeze through the mounds of trash and junk in the home to get down to the basement.
Rather than describe how Elvis reacted to the birds, here is a short video of Elvis looking around the shelter when he first arrived yesterday.
When you are involved in rescue it is never the animal whose life you have changed that you spend a lot of time thinking about; it is all the ones you don’t. When one bird goes from a dark basement to a life of light and hope and has the opportunity to find the right home I do feel I am spending my time on earth productively, and I am grateful that there are good people out there willing to get birds out of these situations. However, I can’t help but think of all the birds who never get that chance. I don’t dwell on it; I know hand wringing rarely changes anything and is a waste of energy. Doing something is always better than doing nothing. I wish, as humans, that there had been different choices made in the stewardship of this earth. What a world it would be if all of God’s creatures were to live their lives as intended, to live in the environments they were created to live in. However, in my own philosophy of rescue I try not to engage in the debate over whether or not parrots should be captive bred. Of course breeders and those in rescue are not going to see eye to eye, and I have never been interested in fighting a war of words, or in trying to convince someone to think differently. I don’t have that much time on my hands. The fact is there are captive bred and wild caught birds that need help, many are not living good lives, and I want to help if I can.
Amazons are of course, true rainforest birds, (or rain forest; I have never been able to find a definitive answer as to which one is more correct) and no one loves a bath like an amazon. This next video is Elvis getting a good soaking, which he thoroughly enjoyed. It’s hard to hear in the video, but he is saying “That’s good, that’s good.”