Ken Globus

09-22-2008, 08:25 PM

Hi, Sorry, wasn't sure where to put this. I know many people have seen him in action with birds. We never did, only heard about him.

Don't know how many of you have heard- but I just got this email.... Quite a
shock.

Ken Globus: March 7, 1946 - Sept. 10, 2008 The Bird
Whisperer

Dear Friends:

This will come as a surprise to many people who didn't know he was ill, but
Ken Globus passed away on September 10th. Ken, who hadn't been a smoker for
about 25 years, was diagnosed with lung cancer that had spread to his
esophagus. What's truly shocking is that, between his original diagnosis and his
death, only 10 weeks had elapsed.

Most of you are receiving this email because you're on his mailing list. So
most of you know him as The Bird Whisperer.

Here are some things you may not know about how Ken got started working with
aggressive and phobic birds. Our parents used to own a tropical fish store
in Inglewood, California. One day, our mother cleared out some space in the
store and asked Ken what he thought would be a good idea to put there. Ken
thought about it, then suggested that they might start carrying a few birds.
Since our parents knew nothing about birds, they put Ken in charge, and he
got to work reading books and researching bird behavior before he bought his
first bird for the store. Keep in mind that, in those days, almost all birds
sold in stores were wild caught, not bred in captivity - so they were
usually pretty terrified and unruly. What Ken discovered - to his great surprise -
was that very little of the advice in the bird books was appropriate for
dealing with aggressive birds. So, through trial and error, he learned how to
work with them.

One of the many qualities that made Ken so successful with birds was his
patience - he could simply persist until a bird decided that being aggressive
wasn't working to drive Ken away. Another quality that served him so well was
his flexibility - if one thing didn't work to calm a bird, he'd try
something else until he made progress. (Parenthetically, it's a quality that also
made him a great father.)

When my parents reached an age when they were no longer able to run a
demanding business, Ken went out on his own, doing private training sessions for
bird owners. It was at one of those sessions where an immensely grateful
client said, "Ken, you really are a bird whisperer."

Ken called me and mentioned the incident, and I suggested he use the name
The Bird Whisperer because I thought it would quickly convey what he was
capable of doing. But he was reluctant to use the name because he thought some
people might think it was a bit pretentious. As a marketer, I reasoned that,
at the very least, it was very easy for people to remember, where Ken Globus
was not. He finally agreed.

Over the years, a lot has been written and said about Ken's techniques. You
are certainly free to dismiss what I'm about to say as the biased rantings
of a grieving brother, but I was simply blown away by what Ken was able to do
with birds. I traveled with him both to private sessions and public
workshops, and I watched him calm birds that couldn't even be touched by their
owners. I saw people sobbing at the the sight of Ken stroking a bird's neck, a
bird who wouldn't allow even its owner to come near it for over a decade. And
I saw this happen many times.

His bird-training sessions really picked up when he set up his web site.
For the first time, people outside of the Los Angeles area where he lived
could get a sense of what his techniques were all about. He began to be
interviewed by news organizations, magazines and newspapers, all of them interested
in how he was able to tame birds so quickly. He was hired by zoos, bird
stores, and rescue organizations to deal with birds they'd given up on. And
somewhere along the line, Ken got a phone call from a woman who identified
herself as Kate Capshaw. Thinking it was a joke perpetrated by one of his friends,
Ken hung up on her. She called back and informed him that she and her
husband, Steven Spielberg, would like Ken to come to their house for a private
session. He gulped, and agreed. And as Ken showed Kate how to handle the bird,
Steven walked all around him with a video camera, recording the entire
hour-long session. Talk about pressure!

Through his many interviews and public appearances, Ken got to be pretty
adept at dealing with one kind of pressure or another. The type that gave him
the biggest problem came from his detractors who often wrote vicious and
totally untrue things about him, and he would sometimes forward to me the more
outrageous items. Usually we would giggle like schoolgirls, but I found some
of these things to be appallingly mean-spirited, and I would want him to post
an angry rebuttal. But, for the most part, he wouldn't. He simply felt
that these people were uninformed. I always thought that was a most charitable
way of looking at it, especially considering that many of the most
shamelessly idiotic things were perpetrated by some of the more authoritative people in
the bird world, people who felt more comfortable sniping at him from a
distance rather than bothering to actually attend one of his events. But I
digress.

What Ken was able to do with birds wasn't magic. Ken was just an incredibly
sensitive and intuitive person who, in a very short span of time, could
figure out the best way to get a bird over its fears. At this I'm fairly
certain there were few like him.

I can also tell you that as a brother, there were none like him. He was
kind, funny, incredibly bright, supportive, generous, and courageous -
qualities he displayed up to his dying breath.

Last week there was an occasion I'll never forget. It was only a few days
after his passing, and my wife wanted to put together a "remembrance", where
a few friends could gather to talk about what Ken meant to them. Even though
this was thrown together at the last minute, over 60 of his friends showed
up, and I'm certain that, given enough time, a few hundred might have been
there. Ken was loved and appreciated by so many people. There were folks
there from various stages of his life, all relating stories about Ken that helped
to paint a complete picture of him. And what a picture it was!

He was a great guy. A talented man who could do so many things well. And
he was my best friend for 57 years.

- Dennis Globus