This month is our green son’s birthday. We really don’t know when it is but what we do know is that he came home, to his forever home, in October of 1999. Jasper was five. I still remember how he would not leave the cage for six months, afraid and uncertain of what was going on with him. His first owner did not treat him well and those are memories hard to forget I am sure. We have all seen the commercials or have heard stories from others.
But now you wouldn’t know this green animal would be such a huge presence in our lives, all of our lives. He is a sassy bird and he won’t let you forget it. They say, the experts, that parrots are perceptual two-year olds. That is the best and accurate way to describe it.
Most of my birds are rescued from places I wish they had never seen. A rescued animal will give you more love then one can ever expect from another.
But this time of year it is his birthday where he will receive extra loving, if that is even possible hehe, and treats for being with us another year. It is hard to imagine what it was like before he came home with us. I have tried and those memories seem to blend into the woodwork.
For now it is his birthday, #JasperAmazonParrot, he is 21 and may we have him for many more years.
I’m blessed to be surrounded by amazing artists of all kind. My friend Heather Reading, from England, is one talented woman, she paints and writes. Over the past year we have bonded and become close friends even though we have never met. Her motivation and spirit fills you like a sponge if you happen to be around her. Her belief in me as a writer makes me smile on the inside.
One day I was telling her how I been trying to find someone to paint or draw Jasper. I had little luck. She offered. Not only did she offer but she did it right away. As she did the process she sent me bits and pieces of how it was going. I was not sure who was more excited about the project, her or me.
Telling me the painting was done she mailed it. We both waited. A few times we discussed on what was taking so long. Finally I saw the mail lady park her truck on the side. Seeing she had a package I met her halfway, excited to see the painting in person. Unwrapping it fast but carefully, I unraveled a work of pure art. Showing Jasper he backed away. I temporarily forgot birds don’t like things over their heads. My son instead showed him the picture.
Heather got his seal of approval for a/ he didn’t back away and b/ he didn’t try to destroy it. He stared and stared at the portrait of him. I imagined he was thinking, “Ah very good. She got my good side.” To say I love this art is a gross understatement. The photo does not do it justice at all. But Heather has made my bird happy. And that was one of the best rewards of this gift.