And then one day, it all just went cold on me. I stood in my yard and looked at the birds in my aviary and then I looked at the birds in the oak tree over the aviary and I realized that I was caging the most free of all animals. My birds could fly over the mountain range just north of my home if I'd only give them the chance. Sure, they were well fed and might have lived a longer life than if they'd been in the wild. But it made me sad to realize that I was limiting their lives to some wire and perches when the whole of the sky could and should belong to them. I am now down to three birds. One, Zane, is an African Grey who sadly can never be introduced to the open skies. The other two have injuries that limit them to a cage. Together. Two old gals who cuddle each night.
This blog is named for a little blue bird who stole my heart. She loved me and would fly from where ever I placed her to land on my shoulder. She had to be near me. Endearing as that might be, it wasn't natural avian behavior. She lived a long life and is now buried under the calla lilies out front.
I don't breed or purchase birds any longer. I love to see them in nature. Where they happily belong.
Image from Chalk It Up Pasadena
Post title taken from book by Maryjo Koch Collins Publishers San Francisco 1994