July 23, 2020
MASH- birdie baby food [ recipe ]
Mash: pretty much homemade baby food. That's how we make it at our sanctuary anyways. After surgery sometimes parrots stop eating because of side effects from meds, the surgery itself or pain, can all be the cause. When they need at this time is wholesome nutrition for a faster recovery. We discovered that this Mash recipe is a great alternative to baby food.
You can feed mash by adding it on top of chop, on top of birdie bread, or with a spoon. Sometimes we just add it to their bowls.
Since parrots seem to lack vitamin A, we use sweet potato (orange flesh) with various other veggies and fruit to provide a boost in vitamins, minerals, and nutrients.
We start with steaming peeled, chopped sweet potatoes. With the sweet potato, we add guava or berries or broccoli and greens.
You can add some flax seeds meal, almond meal for some extra protein, omega 3, and fat (yes fat is important).
July 18, 2020
We rescue
We rescue parrots. We fight for them. We dedicate my life to them.
I rarely put myself first. I never put them last. I always try to do right by them.
I have opened my heart to more parrots than I can count. I bring them into my home. I return the life that was taken from them.
I have accepted the craziness of my world. I take the insanity in stride. I have given up any hope of having a normal life or a perfectly clean house.
I live each day, for the parrots. I wake up, prepared to save more. I go to sleep, thinking of those I couldn’t reach.
I hate my phone… it never stops ringing. I answer and listen to yet another plea for a parrot that no one cares about, no one will help.
I look into the eyes of the neglected. I feel their pain in my own heart. I hear their silent cries.
I apologize for the awful things that have happened to them. I say “I’m sorry” for things I didn’t do. I say, “I love you,” because no one else in their life ever has.
I can’t save them all. I can’t even save most. I live each day knowing that, no matter how hard I try, it will never be enough.
I know that even when I succeed, I fail. I know that for everyone I save, there’s another I lose. I know that no matter how much I help, my work is never done.
I take on their pain, so that they may have happiness. I allow my heart to hurt, so their’s can heal. I become the one who is wounded, so they may be restored.
I know the cruelty that exists. I’ve seen the faces of abuse. I witness the senselessness of the world… and know that change is always just beyond my grasp…
I sometimes lose faith in humanity. I often cry. Some days, I crawl into bed and pull the covers over my eyes.
Sometimes, I sob. I hurt so much… but I cry because they hurt more than I ever could. The helplessness drives me to say, “I can’t…”
Then, a foster baby's kiss says, “You can…”
So, I get out of bed. I brush off the despair. I vow to make a difference.
I do make a difference.
So, I get out of bed. I brush off the despair. I vow to make a difference.
I do make a difference.
I never give up. I fight for change each day. I pray for relief from the pain… not for me, but for them.
I rescue parrots. In turn, they rescue me. Everything in between... is so worth it!
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