Archive for the ‘For the birds’ Category


This is a closed group and if you would like to join please email the group or let me know.
We relish in our work by a passionate belief that we all are responsible to protect animals. Our goal is to educate the public about the issues that affect animals and therefore inspire the public to take action on these issues whether it’s in their own community, through signing petitions, making calls to proper officials, passing out leaflets in their neighborhoods, joining occupy movements, boycotting and so on. We strongly believe that animals are not property and they are not our slaves. Animals have souls and are capable of feeling the same pain we feel, they belong on this Earth for their own purposes not ours. Anyone who does not feel the same should probably not join this group.

We hope to impact the world by bringing to light the issues about cruelty, exploitation and neglect of our companion and wild animals, what the laws and legislation are, what we, as responsible, humane adults and pet owners, can do to change these issues.“One day the absurdity of the almost universal human belief in the slavery of other animals will be palpable. We shall then have discovered our souls and become worthier of sharing this planet with them”. ~Martin Luther King


My first bird was a cockatiel. A very weary male that has set his limits and stuck to them. If it weren’t for him I would have never know what my true passion in life was…it’s Conures! Strange I know but Pickles paved the way and broke us in easy. I can not stress enough that if you’re in the market do NOT buy a big bird. Start small and work your way up. For the love of God do NOT buy a cockatoo  or any macaws especially. It takes a special kind of person to raise them. And trust me if this is your first time…you are not that special. You should not get anything but a budgie, parakeet or cockatiel. I know conures are pretty but they are loud and can be very aggressive. So please do yourself and the bird a favor and go buy a dog.

Juliet RIP baby girl. – YouTube.

I love my animals. I have a soft spot for birds. I have been struggling over the fact that I have birds in my family. The fact that I purchased the cockatiels and the conures, contributes to the atrocities that happen to domesticated and wild parrots. I have read and watched horror stories that made me cry for days. I have seen personally more than I could handle emotionally. I fell in love with my GCC Romeo and when she was killed I felt a level of grief I did not think was possible. I have lost close family and friends and nothing compared to this loss. I was shocked by my grief. It has been almost a year since she died and I still mourn her loss everyday. If I hear one more person say “it’s just a bird” I swear I will scream. I want to reply “If you lost a child and I said to you It’s just your kid, how would that make you feel?” I know most people will not understand this love…they have not been lucky enough to be owned by a bird. The only way to fill the hole that is left is by rescuing another bird. The silence left in their absence is unbearable. With conures, who are very affectionate and loving, the cold spot on your shoulder or down the front of your shirt, is a chilling reminder of the love that you’ve lost. The guilt is consuming and haunting. The tears never stop falling. I miss my babies Romeo and Juliet so much that I do not fear death anymore. I look forward to it. I look forward to feeling them nuzzle my cheek, or grab my finger with their little claws. I can’t wait to hear their song again. Until then my girls….wait for us. “and when at last I find you, your song will fill the air. Sing it loud so I can hear you, make it easy to be near you. For the things you do endear you to me. Oh you know I will. I will. ” The Beatles.

Very moving. I love this wordpress site. Deborah’s Feathered Angels.

Feathered Angels

I am a bird who was dealt a bad hand. In this life I was bought by a family who then decided they no longer wanted me, so now I’m called a rescue. Yes some of us have missing beaks, missing toes, disabled, and even been abused, being hit or caged bound. We desire one thing and that is love.

There came a time in my life I wasn’t sure where I be next. Then one day I found my home, a home where I was excepted just the way I was, missing a beak, missing toes, or disabled, even being abused. this place is my last stop. As I learn again what love is, they think I’m pretty, they think I’m nice, they think I’m the best, even though I have my share of problems, for the place is what I now call home, a place with love, a…

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