I am a bird who was dealt a bad hand. In this life I was bought by a family who then decided they no longer wanted me, so now I’m called a rescue. Yes some of us have missing beaks, missing toes, disabled, and even been abused, being hit or caged bound. We desire one thing and that is love.
There came a time in my life I wasn’t sure where I be next. Then one day I found my home, a home where I was excepted just the way I was, missing a beak, missing toes, or disabled, even being abused. this place is my last stop. As I learn again what love is, they think I’m pretty, they think I’m nice, they think I’m the best, even though I have my share of problems, for the place is what I now call home, a place with love, a place where I can be me a bird. No I haven’t found the freedom like I should have, but I found something better, a home with unconditional love.
I may never allow them to pet me or I might never step up, but this home has taught me its ok for me to love. The one thing I was missing is the love. Now I have this love, a love within my life. Now I have a place I call my own, and for this I am thankful. Even though the road was long and took many paths, they all lead me to my new found home. Here I reside with the most, I’m a bird again, one who is loved, one who is a survivor of all I was dealt. I am now allowed to scream, I’m allowed to play and I’m allowed to sleep with no worries. There are times I see my flock leave this place, no not going to another human, but our maker, our forever life. I see the humans as they cry, as they try to comfort the ones who are sick and the ones who have been called to another world. I see the love of the ones I call mom and dad. I see how they just love without any conditions. You see I’m a rescue bird, and I was shown again how to love, this is something I had to be taught, and with patience, time, and understanding, any rescue can be a true blessing.
Dedicated to all rescue birds