Parrots need your voice
I hate writing. I love researching, and can always put off the writing by doing just a little more researching. In my music theory classes, I always got some points off for my papers being late. Writing about music is hard, though, particularly if you’re not permitted to be subjective; however, it serves in making you an effective writer. Yeah, the music is beautiful, but exactly what purpose is served by that Neapolitan sixth chord in the 64th measure?
I entered UCLA in the fall of 1993 a Junior in the Musicology department. I thought I was going to be heading into a music-related career, and doing something I really loved. And then, six months later Fred came into my life. He was this African grey parrot who was rehomed to my friends two years prior. When I would visit my friends, I would stand by Fred’s cage, and the two of us would stare at each other, seemingly wondering the same thing, “What the heck is that creature thinking?”
You know, we still do that to this day.
So, it’s a couple of decades later, I look at the wealth of experience with parrots I’ve gained over this time, and feel very fortunate. I’ve worked in retail, rescue, with breeders, and vets. I’ve done hand-feeding, grooming, training and now work at an avian-exclusive veterinary practice which integrates holistic care with cutting edge conventional medicine. I also rescue, rehab, and rehome African grey parrots.
Having been lucky enough to experience parrots in all these different ways also made me see the plight of parrots, wild and captive. I’ve seen the badly abused and neglected, the mutilators and pickers, the sick, injured and dying, the malnourished, lonely, bored, neurotic and depressed. These are the issues I’d like to touch on with this blog, and how we can make their lives better, as they make ours so much richer.