I had a parrot when I was a boy. Often I neglected to clean its cage and forgot to give it food and clean water. He shrieked a lot because he was hungry for attention, and when I would open his cage, he would try to bite my hand. He must have felt frustrated and conflicted after living his whole life in captivity. I still feel a deep connection to that bird, and I still dream about him. When I remember him, I feel sorry about his being locked in a cage like that poorly cared for, AND I CRY.
As an adult, I've seen flocks of wild parrots flying over the forests in Brazil, Bolivia and Mexico. Their CRIES OF FREEDOM captivate and enthrall me.
-Tobin Owl
The author and curator of this website, T.W. Richards (Tobin Owl) is a writer and translator who advocates natural, eco-wise living; protection of indigenous autonomy and traditional way of life; non-militarism; peace, tolerance, and kindness toward all.
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