Last year, we inherited “coco” the cockatiel. Coco had been the companion to an elderly man that could no longer keep him. So, as a favour to a friend, he came to live with us. That’s fine, coco amused our family and we are always up for a challenge. We were glad to have him.
We have racing pigeons and know something of birds, but the pigeons live outside. Coco, on the other hand is a tropical bird that lives indoors. I laughed when he came to live with us, because there were all these complicated instructions and regimented ways that coco lived by. His “dad” took very good care of coco and wanted to make sure that care continued. We take very good care of coco, but I doubt he gets the attention and doting that the received from his “dad”.
So, we look after coco, he sings for us and hopefully he is happy. The odd time one of our dogs barks at coco, but he just whistles back and gives him a nip on the nose if the dog gets too close. The dogs have learned to respect coco’s beak and now afford our little singer a wide berth.
So why do I tell you about coco? Today, I learned that coco’s “dad” passed away. I came home tonight.....looked at coco and realized what the little bird had represented to his “dad”. He’s a small little bird, but when he lived with his “dad”, that little bird was a big part of his world. Coco was comfort, companionship and the opportunity to nurture and care for another......in a small, big way. Both ways.
We’ll make sure that coco is cared for and I hope the little fellow sings for many years to come. It’s the least we can do for his “dad”.
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