For The Love of Birds

ImageWell, I found out I pretty much for sure have cancer of the thyroid today.  At least the Radiologist who did the CT scan thinks so, my doctor thinks so and the Ear, Nose and Throat doctor I saw today think I do.  In about a week I go for a Ultra Sound, then they will give me shots in my neck to deaden it (I can’t wait for that), then they will extend a large needle type thing into the mass, which is pretty big, they say, and try to draw some material out of it for the testing to see whether or not it is cancer.

Supposedly I am lucky I found the lump in my neck so soon, as it would have spread very rapidly.  The bad news is that I have to go under the knife either way, the mass has to be removed whether or not it is that ugly word (cancer).  Going under the knife is what I didn’t want, I was hoping they could just stick a large needle in and pull out all the liquid until it’s gone.  The good news is that thyroid cancer is easy to get rid of, that is if you don’t mind having your throat cut and I do.  But there will be no radiation, no chemo, no losing my hair.  That is very good to me.

My step-father, I should say adoptive father, will not let me talk to my mother about this.  She lives in a Fairy Tale world where there are never any problems.   Hummmm  I would like to live in a protected world like that.  Unfortanately, I do not.  I come from a family of five girls plus my mom and dad (my  birth father died over 24 years ago) yet, I have no one to talk to about having cancer except my soon to be ex-husband.  All my sisters are still in Kansas, except the youngest half-sister lives in Dallas, but she and I are not close, I never lived with her.  That’s another story also.  Anyway, if I told one of my sisters that this has all been going on, they would tell my mom and she would get Pissed Off at dad for not telling her, even though she always says not to tell her anything bad because she would worry, yet she has faith and she prays about everything and never worries.  So why, at a time like this, can I not talk to my mother?????

I got home and my poor baby conures were screaming, they hadn’t been fed in six hours.  All the other birds were screaming because for some reason, before I left to go to Corpus Christi to the EN&T doctor, I didn’t think to feed all the birds, so they were all hungrier than I was, so they got fed first.  Dan, my 12 1/2 yr. old German Shepherd Dog got fed first too  because I feel sorry for him being so old and he can no longer hear, so I can’t explain to him, “Well, you see, Mama has cancer and I don’t feel like worrying with you right now”.  So he got fed first also.  When I got to feed myself I looked in the fridge and there was litterally nothing to eat unless I wanted to cook.  I didn’t.  So, I ate a peanut butter and toast sandwich.  Shortly after I ate it, my soon to be ex-husband called and wanted to take me to get a hamburger.  I wasn’t hungry so I didn’t go.

You see, I also have these seven button quail running around in my bird room and I’m figuring out they poop all over the place and they are stinking up the whole house.  I got them  because I was told they would eat all the dropped parrot food.  They do, but then they poop all over the place and it stinks.  I think I already told about the button quail.  Anyone want them?  If you can catch them they are yours.  I think I’ll sit and watch QVC and pout because I feel lonesome because I probably have cancer and no one to talk to or to get pity from.  So much for coming from a large, very close family………..Oh, and when I got home, like at 5:03 pm, there was a envelope in the mail from my dad about “When Your Kids Divorce You”.  My mom added at the bottom of it, “See, you’re not the only one”.  That’s another story also.

I’m gonna go and feel sorry for myself now.  Later………….


For The Love of Birds

Sorry I haven’t posted much.  I wasn’t getting any babies from any of my birds, so I went and bought two.  Now, I am back to feeding by hand every 3 – 4 hours.  I missed hand-feeding, what more can I say?  Now, in only two days, I’m wondering exactly what about hand-feeding baby birds I was missing…… Oh!  I remember, the LOVE you feel as you hold the tiny little things and poke food down their beaks.  One of these was an early hatch and he/she tries to fly away every time I loosen my grip. While the other, from the same clutch, doesn’t even have feathers yet!  Well, I know it happens.

I have to be in the mood to write before I can sit and write.  That is usually late at night.  Right now, it is about 4:30 pm in the afternoon, and my favorite TV show, QVC, is on and I’m afraid my hoarding other side, the side of me that is trying so very hard to re-build my self esteem by buying stuff constantly, is listening to my show and hoping I don’t miss something that could really build me up, you know, like nice clothes, shoes, a purse with a logo, a new line of make-up with anti-aging effects, something that my rich sisters would be green with envy about.  And why do I want to impress my sisters?  And my mother???  That is a completely other story.  This blog is supposed to be about the Love of Birds.  And I do love Birds………At this particular moment I have 12 parrots, plus the two babies I just bought, plus I also have 7 button

For the Love of Birds

Loving birds (parrots, mostly) is not something you choose to do. It is a way of life, one that only a select few can live by. Once you catch the disease, so to call it, everything must change. More on that at a later time, but I AM a Bird Lover.




Ok.  Some rules about loving parrots and keeping them.  1.  Wear no jewelry you don’t want the  bird to destroy and/or eat, then you have a several thousand dollar vet bill.  2.  No perfume, parrots’ lungs cannot handle certain scents and perfume is one of many.  3.  Never – Never – Never cook in the same house as a parrot with non-stick cookware.  It can either make them sick or kill them immediately (another possible several thousand dollar vet bill).  4. Do not wear  clothing with  buttons, unless you want to expose yourself,  because your parrot will love biting buttons off your clothes.  5.  Keep a special parrot t-shirt to wear at all times you are handling your feathered friend.  Something about sticking their beaks throught t-shirts turns them on. 6.  Never, never try to force a parrot to do anything he/she doesn’t want to do.  A parrot is born with certain likes and dislikes and you will  be very fortunate if you ever change it’s mind.  7.  Never leave anything a parrot can tear up within it’s reach, even from it’s cage, and never ever think a parrot cannot reach very,  very far out of the bars of the cage to reach something to tear up. 8.  Do not spend more than you can afford to throw into the wind on a special parrot toy that you are just sure your guy will love.  The purpose of parrot toys is to give them something to destroy.  Period.  But, you absolutely “Must” keep that same parrot’s cage full of new and exciting toys or it will get bored and destroy the cage or some thing else it can reach from it’s cage.      9.  Never, Ever leave your parrot out of it’s cage unattended unless you do not care about any of your furniture, window coverings, bedspreads, carpets, sheetrock or other wall coverings, mattresses, anything wood, anything cloth, plastic, paper or anything else you have.  Just like toys, parrots think everything is for destroying.  10.  No candles, no room fresheners, no spray deodorizors, just get used to the fact that your home with even one parrot is going to stink.  The  very best it can smell is of bleach or vinegar.  Get used to it.  11.  Be prepared to either walk on seeds and pellets all the time, or keep a broom and dust pan, vacuum cleaner, or some type of cleaner close to cage(s) at all times and plan to spend most of your time cleaning up after these creatures.  On this same note, never pay any attention when one of your parrots is deliberately flinging good, fresh foods all over the floor and walls, if they get attention for doing so, they will enjoy doing it just that much more.  In case you do not want to be constantly cleaning the floor, be sure to always wear either socks or shoes……..those little seeds and pellets hurt !!!  12.  Always warn people who may come into your house if you happen to have a talking bird.  A talking  bird can scare the crap out of a unsuspecting person.  13.  I will stop for now at the unlucky number 13, but I will write more later, when I feel like it again.

Please do not let any of this make you think I don’t love my parrots.  At last count I had something between 15-20 birds in my home and I love them very much,  but I thank God above that my mother lives two states away and is too old to travel to my house.  I always am happy to see her at her house, not mine.  I have to go, one of the parrots is headed for the top of another parrot’s cage. which can mean a toe  either bitten off or injured, which can mean a several thousand dollar vet  bill.