 32 years ago today....
32 years ago today....
My mother took me shopping to the Sears Surplus store in Oakland NJ.
Next to the sears store, there was a small, old pet shop.
My mom and I went in there and noticed the budgie cage in the front of the store. We had recently had to rehome our angora cat due to my allergies. We had also just moved, and I was a stranger in this new town. Because of all the changes in my life, my mom decided to buy me a parakeet to try to make her little girl happy. Little did my mom know she had started me on a journey that would lead me down the path to where I am now.
Tweety, as we named this little yellow keet, was my constant companion for many years. She was originally owned by an older woman who had passed on, and her children did not want the bird.
Tweety accompanied me to school for show and tell. She was often the center of my science projects. Tweety watched me graduate from high school, and beauty school. She taught me so much about life, responsibility and unconditional love. That little birds cage was always next to me at night. She slept on my chair that was next to my bed.
Tweety was about 18 or 19 when she passed on. She ate only seed. She never went to the vet. As a child/teenager, I did not know any better. I remember the night she passed on like it was yesterday. I woke the entire house up with my screaming because my best friend died. Even my big jerk of a brother shed a tear.
Because of Tweety, I learned allot about birds. I studied, researched and lived my life around birds.
My fascination with the Avian world led me to start a much needed bird club in my area. I made friends with similar interests. My friends, are bird friends.....
I remember in the early 90's, the panic of "Bird Keepers Lung"...Several birds being dropped off at my house at night, and at shelters and pet stores....
By challenging the data provided by the media, it was found to be not much more than a scare tactic used for ratings. Oh and BTW...
According to the data provided on the "bird keepers lung syndrome", I should have been dead years ago. **LOL**
BUT.......... here I am, 32 years later, and not a day has gone by without my feathery babies.
So while many people are out celebrating and looking for that little leprechaun This St Patty's day, I am reminiscing about a little yellow ball of feathers that guided my life path, and taught me life's invaluable lessons.
If my mother had only known........................ | 
03-16-2007, 10:11 PM
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