Most of you know at this point about my youngest child Jasper. He is now 17 years old and considers himself quite a catch. I mean considering he is young, handsome, laid back and can nestle against your cheek he is the cat’s meow. With all that, I do worry about him and his future.
Last night my husband showed me videos from a zoo in Pigeon Forge, TN called Parrot Mountain. The link http://parrotmountainandgardens.com/
It is a marvelous place for people who truly care about birds. Watching some of the videos where birds like him doing the same stuff he does got Jasper’s attention fast.
Over the years I have wondered what would happen to him once we passed on. Yes, our son will be taking over his care when my husband and I are no longer able to. But with Jasper living so long, anywhere from 80 years old and up, we have to think of possibilities like this for the just in case factor. I have already told my husband I want to go visit this park. It’s about 6 hours from us one way but I feel it be worth the trip.
While birds have been a huge part of my life since 1998, I was not prepared for how much one bird would affect my family in the way Jasper has. To say he is a bird is truly an insult to him, he is not. He is my bubba, green ass bird, Jazzy, and a sleuth of other love names he has gotten over the years. He has been with us since the summer of 1999 when he was at the tender age of 5 and that is when he became family.