Why we do not support breeding
By Lisa Moser on Thursday, June 27, 2013 at 5:48pm
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We do know and understand that many of us started out with baby birds. I know I personally had no idea more than 12 years ago that something like parrot rescue existed, much less was needed. We were told that we needed to get a baby bird and finish handfeeding it ourselves so that it would bond to us.
Now in our combined countries we have rescues and sanctuaries filled to overflowing with even waiting lists of birds that the owners no longer are able to or have the desire to continue to have in their homes.
We do understand the beauty and adorable factor of babies. Baby anything’s are endearing to us all.
Those of us who have followed the path of rescue always look beyond that little unfeathered baby face. We look forward into the faces of the many birds that are under our care that were once that sweet baby face you are looking at today.
It makes it nearly impossible to truly feel the joy of seeing yet another clutch of babies that will soon be taken from their parents and passed on to whomever has the cash. A beautiful little face that someday all too soon will be too loud…..or bite…or is messy…..that “we don’t have enough time for….”
Sometimes we may come across as harsh and not understanding……Please understand that we may have just yet heard another horror story of a bird in a closet, or a garage, or left to suffer with a prolapse or a broken bone for days, weeks, months and even years. We may have just come from the vet with another sick bird that will cost many dollars and hours to bring back to a state of health. We may have spent our day looking into that once trusting baby face that is now the face of fear and mistrust because those who he should have been able to depend on were the very ones who made him afraid. We may have just come from watching an elderly owner’s heartbreak of saying goodbye to that beloved pet that they bought at retirement and now their health does not allow them to keep their beloved baby. Then we have to help the bird through the grief of trying to figure out why their beloved human handed them off to a stranger.
I have held preciously loved birds and felt the grief pour off of them because they lost their human who loved them so much, I have cried the tears that the bird itself could not physically shed. I have spent months with a gentle heart and voice assuring a scared bird who would shriek in fear of hand that had once been a weapon, hoping, praying that once day he would see them as an instrument of love and kindness.
I have worried about how to make room for “just one more” and worried about how I was going to pay the vet bill, and get another cage and cover food bills.
I know this is long. It comes from my heart and the heart of all my precious friends who share my pain, tears, joys and worries>
I am sorry if sometimes we don’t have a kinder or gentler way of trying to express to you why we want to educate the plight of which we live daily.
Feathered Angels 