A cute little poem

[Vega]

This is something I found on another website today. I'm sure all of you can relate...I know I can...

NOBODY TOLD ME

The author of "Nobody Told Me" is Lori Hubbard Zywciel. It was inspired by her Red Front Macaw, Zuni


... I had hints, I had advice, I had cautions, but nobody told me how
owning birds would completely take over my life.

Nobody told me I'd become a bird store junky, standing at the checkout
counter in bliss until half way home and then wondering just how long
it would be before the Visa came in or my husband asked for the check
book to balance the account.

Nobody told me my husband would say, "I think you ought to stay away
from the bird store. You seem to have lost all control". Hmmmm ... Me?
How did this happen?

Nobody told me when I saw a particular cage for $595.00 I might think
"Wow, that IS a good deal." Or when someone mentioned a $4,000.00 cage
I could see the reason some people might need a cage like that.

Nobody told me that I would be up at 7:00am on Sunday morning peeling
yams and apples to cook so they would be added into a corn meal and
wheat cereal mash.

Nobody told me I wouldn't mind when feeding that mash to my bird he
would shake his head with that mixture flying in every direction, on
to my carpet, on to my clothes, on to my face.

Nobody told me how much money I would spend on food, how much of it I
would buy and just how little my birds would like any of it.

Nobody mentioned that once you own birds you need an extra freezer in
the garage.

Nobody told me that I would spend an hour standing with my hand on a
tree branch watching for hawks so my bird could hang out in the sun and
chew new buds.

Nobody told me I would be on the computer at all hours talking and
reading about birds.

Nobody told me I would make friends I will never see and that I would
worry about them and theirs as if family.

Nobody told me I would check my son's bed for old or damaged stuffed
animals to give to the bird like that stuffed cat. He never really
liked it and it is missing a leg anyway.

Nobody told me I would do two extra loads of laundry a week with bird
towels and sheets.

Nobody told me every morning I would put a sheet over my covers, litter
my bed with weird wooden things, stuffed animals, leather pieces, apple
slices and peanuts.

Nobody told me just how much he would squawk.

Nobody told me I would come to hear differences in the tone and
shrillness.

Nobody told me I not only could tell the difference but would learn
when to respond or that my husband would say "It's okay. This is his
good morning happy time. He will settle down."

Nobody could have known that my husband would say, "So he squawks.
It is less and less. The kids will deal with it."

Nobody told me I could play with him like I do. That he would chase me
and I would chase him. That he would be just as exuberant as a puppy.

Nobody told me my husband would rather snuggle with the bird in the
morning than make his bagel.

Nobody told me my husband would make an extra half a bagel to share
with the birds.

Nobody could have convinced me that this same husband would agree to
shower with the birds in the bathroom (for the steam) and then without
urging, could be heard to play peek-a-boo while drying off.

Nobody told me how much I would sing out loud.

Nobody could have guessed those songs would be golden oldies like "You
Are My Sunshine" or songs from musicals.

Nobody told me how excited I would get to come home after six hours and
see seed thrown all over the place. Yea! He ate while I was gone.

Nobody told me that I would not resent vacuuming twice a day to clean
up the mess he made while eating alone.

Nobody told me how my heart would tighten when I got home today after
being gone for six hours and took my squawking baby out.

Nobody told me how I would feel when sooo tired I put out a sheet on
the floor, put toys all over, grabbed a pillow for me, lay down and my
birdy only wanted to snuggle with me.

Nobody told me how a bird can be my guardian angel on my pillow
while I am sick.

Nobody told me how it would feel to have a little bird body across your
chest and neck, little head on your cheek. I was not told how soft his
kisses would be or how warm his face was as he fell asleep on my cheek
cooing softly.

Nobody told me how long I would lay there awake so he could sleep.

Everybody told me I would love him.

Nobody could tell me how much.

[birdyland]

Perfect.

[Monica]

I was going to repost this (came across a site with the poem on it!), however decided to do a search for the poem in case it was already on here! Therefore, I'm just bumping this thread for all those bird lovers out there!

Enjoy!

[greencinacheeks]

nice "little" poem!

thanks!

~Nate

[Courtzrocks]

Oh that's gorgeous! I love it, it's so true!

[meandem]

I just loved it! I am sure we can all relate to any paragraph within the poem.

[Zoe's Mom]

I have that poem on my myspace page. It just fit so well that I had to include it .

[catschair]

Thanks for bumping Monica & for posting Joni!

[AndreaSctlnd]

Very NICE!!

Thanks for sharing.

[KDK241]

That came across at the perfect time. My birds have been driving me nuts the past week or so just acting goofy and insane but that just made it all better!