This story begins with last year when we came to visit. My mom has a green eclectus parrot, Drew, and apparently his signal for disapproval of someone is to squawk loudly as the person passes by. Drew doesn’t prefer Craig’s company, so as you can presume each time he passed the cage a loud squawk caused Craig to leave his skin for second or two. I thought it was rather funny and a good reminder that however nice you are not everyone is always going to like you. Get used to it.
This year out of a courtesy to Craig (which he actually did appreciate) my mom took Drew to his other home. When Drew was adopted by my mom he was separated from his mate, Eva, a red eclectus parrot. She lives with Jill and a lot of other birds. My mom and Jill met when they both adopted these birds and agreed to babysit eachother’s birds whenever necessary. So, after Craig flew home to return to work we went over to Jill’s to retrieve Drew.
Jill has some cool, eccentric hobbies. Besides five birds in the house she has maybe twenty peacocks wandering her property, seven llamas, two sheep and a new baby goose. She kindly let Ella and Kevin feed the sheep and llama when we came to visit. Mom and Jill could speak “bird owner” language until the sky went dark. These bird ladies are passionate about what they do. Their parrots can live as long as humans and therefore they are true life companions. To watch them cuddle and kiss these birds and feed them as a separate hobby seems odd, but it makes them happy. Though I cock my head in wonder at what feeds that passion, because it never sparked in me, I so appreciate when I share in the passions people have that make their lives full and happy. Some of that enjoyment naturally sticks to me as I am able to witness the fun it provides for them. Where they enjoy their birds, I enjoy people and their passions. God made every individual to follow a path custom designed exactly for our individuality. As I follow my own path which takes me into photography, writing, foreign travel, missions and gardening I cherish the opportunities I get when I can learn what others may do differently from me. Isn’t it wonderful that we weren’t all created to do life just one perfect or right way? Nothing is worse than a bore who is certain there is always one right way to approach life. The diversity I find as I roam this planet is wonderful.