Cider Press Hill

Easing the hell in a handbasket syndrome

Sunday, 1:46 pm

By Kate

May

25

2008

sunny

Over the last couple of days, I’ve been very involved with my new little birdie. I finally named him...his name is Dobby. It just popped out of my mouth one afternoon and it seemed to fit. Moreover, he perks up whenever he hears it.

Dobby has been my constant companion since the first moment he came home. And I mean constant—24 hours a day, wherever I go. The reason? He needs to learn that I am, for the moment, his entire world so that he can learn to trust me unreservedly. He’s still shy, but he’s focused.

Yesterday, I let him out of his cage, for the first time, to fly around. I was a little nervous, not knowing if getting him back into his cage would require extreme cunning and a towel over his head. That’s not a good way to build trust in a bird, but sometimes one does what one has to do to protect the bird. Sometimes it’s a case of taking two steps forward and one step backwards when training a bird.

Happily, he remembered his lessons and when it was time for him to go back into his little house, he readily came to perch on my finger and allowed me to usher him through his front door and place him back on his favorite perch. I was very pleased. And relieved. He’s making remarkable progress for your basic bin-o-budgies pet store bird.

In a world that seems to be going to hell in a handbasket far faster than anything I’ve ever seen, the simple distraction and loyalty of a little bird is a very welcome thing. I suppose it sounds a bit trite to say that I’d wish such a simple distraction and pleasure for the young people across the seas who can’t come home and who have much more to think about each day. I was thinking about that today and I guess it does sound a bit trite. And yet, in the whole world, there probably isn’t anything more honest and uncomplicated and loyal than an animal. If one has the sensibility to accept that loyalty and trust, an animal goes a long way toward easing the chaos that mankind creates for itself. They are a balm in a troubled world.