Such a sad poem

This place in Africa
Cameroon was our home
‘Till a man came and hosed us
Wet through to the bone

He thru over us a net
And pulled it so tight
We all started growling
And screaming with fright

A terrible journey
It was just pure hell
To England they sent us
For people to sell

Some of us lived
But most of us died
Our wings they were cut
Our feet they were tied

Shoved into small cages
We were roughly thrown
Further and further
Away from our home

From one place to another
Then another thrice more
Then thankfully here
Where I now feel secure

I am starting to trust them
And learning their speak
I have friends and good food
All I ever would seek

But I think of the others, who were netted from the tree
Most of them dead now, how cruel can it be
To be dragged from our homeland, and never be freed
Lives wasted by torture, all for mans greed
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It's getting cooler

I believe fall is in the air. We can no longer leave the window by Sammie's cage opened at night. Diz is hating this weather!

I hired a different critter sitter for out last trip as our usual one was out of town. She brought African Tribal music and played it and said Sammie went crazy! She danced and sang and yelled and wiped her beak on the perch. Could it be her Congo Bloodlines coming out?

Sammie has always loved music but you never know what she'll dance to. I've been singing the song, Jose Cuervo, to her as a good friend of mine wrote it. She's listening very intently. I sing it to her while I'm taking a shower so my question is...will she also pick up the echo sound from the shower? Time will tell.

She also loves our player piano and sings like crazy! I think we have a star on our hands.

I was cleaning her cage and she jumped off her perch and climbed on the opened, bottom drawers. When I started the vacuum to clean the top, she didn't jump. The bird is fearless.

Dianne



I'm fearless, a good singer and great dancer. Any single male birds out there?

Sammie

Morning Beauty Routine

Sammie insists on being in the bathroom with me in the mornings while I get ready for the day. While I'm in the shower, she dances and sings. She either loves the steam or looking at herself in the mirror.

After I'm finished (and beautiful!) she'll stay in there for two hours, preening herself or just chattering. She's perfectly contented.

Yesterday as I was brushing my hair she asked, "Where are you going?" I told her and she listened very intently. Who knows how much they understand.

Dianne


Beautiful? I guess it's true---beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Sammie

That cat!

I'm posting this under duress! Mommie Dianne is making me post a picture of my cousin, Elliot The Cat. I will admit he is a handsome dude but he isn't a bird, ya know? Dogs--cats--what is this blog becoming?