I love spending holidays with my birds. Even after my daughter grew up and moved out on her own, I have never had to worry about suffering from “empty nest” syndrome. I celebrate all of the bird’s birthdays on Thanksgiving since I don’t know any of their exact hatch-dates, and it has been a tradition every year to give Christmas stockings to each of them.
This past holiday season, however, I had just moved from Austin to Orlando and started a new hectic job. I hate to admit that both holidays passed without celebration with or for my birds. So, I decided to do it up right for Easter. I have spent the past couple of months scouting crafts stores for supplies to make baskets chock full of goodies. Since they are not allowed to partake in chocolate bunnies and jelly beans, I bought lots of wood cut outs and different kinds of shreddables, fun foot toys and yummy treats. I got paper mache boxes shaped like letters of the alphabet, spelling out each of their names with the intention of attaching them to each basket. The baskets themselves are untreated and meant for shredding and utter destruction…then I had a dream last night causing me to think again.
In this dream were vivid images of both of my cockatoos sitting in their baskets incubating cockatoo eggs that were brightly colored and decorated like Easter eggs. I woke up thinking about what a hormonal season it has been so far and just how much those baskets are looking like nests to me, let alone them. I decided to scrap the idea of baskets altogether. I’m a little disappointed, but I will still see that they get a lot of the fun stuff and goodies that would have gone inside. Maybe we’ll have 4th of July baskets this year, since breeding season will have definitely concluded by then.
Happy Easter to everyone from Cody, the world’s most pliable, patient and photogenic Umbrella cockatoo:
Photo credit: Cody by Sandi
Author Patty Jourgensen specializes in avian health, behavior and nutrition and has been working with and caring for rescue birds since 1987.