Distribution Manager
Nov 30, 2020
Content warning: animal death
We all love pets, well at least we love playing with them, caressing them affectionately. There are diverse pet lovers such as dogs, cats, hamsters, guinea pigs, horses, chickens, etc. Two years ago back home, I got an unusual pet from a friend. It was a parrot. It was just four months old and it was brought up at home so it rarely flies, just like the macaw from the movie "Rio." The bird I had was a pale yellow parrot with red spots on her neck. She was a cute little girl who was very shy. I named her Rosy since she was very tender and beautiful like a rose. Since she was not a bird in a cage, it was a wonderful chance for me to actually become friends with her. Unlike dogs, there's no specific way to become friends with them. So I made additional efforts to take care of her to gain her trust. She always stayed at a corner of my desk and gazes through the window. Whenever I try to reach her she nibbles me with her cute harmless beak and stares at me. I kept a variety of bird food in front of her and made a small pool for her to chill. She hardly ate anything for the first two days. But she gradually got accustomed to the place and started eating. I learned online that the first step in becoming close is making her climb your hands. So I usually placed a handful of bird food in one hand and placed my other hand for her to hop on. After many failed attempts she finally climbed my hand after three days. It was a magical moment, I was actually holding a bird for the first time. I called my whole family to show I made a new friend. Gradually she became comfortable around me. She used to hop on to my hand with more ease and always stared at me with love. It was a new special bond we both shared. Love is even better when you don't communicate it through words. I had pet dogs and cats before but this was entirely a different experience. Rosy was a fragile girl, she was not born to be a pet. Yet she became my pet. I have done so many crazy things to play with her. I slowly started caressing her and she didn't bite me this time. She loved being caressed and she gently leaned to the side of my hand asking for more. Next was to make her climb my shoulder. After five to six attempts she finally climbed at my shoulder. I still remember the first time she stroked her chin against mine and kept nibbling my cheeks. I consider them as kisses.
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2020 - Fall - Issue 11