(Photographer unknown)



A Parrots Prayer

By: Sally Brooks 8-03-00 Edited By: Dyann 8-02-01

For all the wild caught Parrots so savagely netted and swept away from their families while their babies, dumped into burlap                                sacks, cried out in TERROR!

For all the exotic birds that witnessed the destruction of all the blessed trees and fled in fear from man’s thirs to dominate, stripping the land of all it’s inhabitants, leaving nothing but bare ground behind.

For all the parrots that struggled through the capture, but died merciless in transpost from the stress of overcrowded, barbaric, confinements and inconceivable horror.

For all the suvivors that made it into captivity but exist in a nightmare of confinement, unable to use their God given wings of flight as they once remembered.

For all the baby birds bred in captivity whose crops burned or have died needlessly from harshness of human hands.

For all captive birds that have been erased from their owners consciousness and are abandoned to a lifeless existence with only a distant memory of what it was like to hear a gentle voice from someone that used to care.

For all those helpless creatures who don’t now what it’s like to live life as a bird or even to feel the breeze or sunlight but are doomed to darkness in closets or garages, trapped inside covered cages or shackled.

For all the Macaws, Cockatoos, Amazons and Conures that are stripped of their vocal cords for screaming; their sensitive beaks cut back to prevent biting.

For all birds that end up for sale in pet shops or breeders like used merchanise, unwanted and frightened in strange surroundings with nothing more than the familiar sight of bars on a cage.

For all the neglected birds that are sick with infections from filthy conditions and malnourishment that may never recover and know what it WAS like to feel healthy and be playful.

For all the misconceived parrots who were beaten, stabbed, blinded and burned for just being a parrot.

For every African Grey, Cockatoo and Macaw that punishes itself from confinement and boredom by maiming their bodies and plucking their feathers and for those who have lost all spirit of life and sway their head low from side to side slowly into insanity!!!

Precious Lord, we ask you to look upon all of your magnificent feathered creations and protect them from evil and harm caused by man.  Lord, bring forth an AWAKENING in our hearts and make it a kinder, gentler world for all captive birds.

Thank you in Jesus’ Name…. AMEN




                                                                                                    BGN Holly Mitered Conure (22)




Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her. I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn’t be afraid.

As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of my cage. I didn’t want her to know that I hadn’t been walked today. Sometimes the shelter keepers get too busy and I didn’t want her to think poorly of them.

As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn’t feel sad about my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someone’s life.

She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me. I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her. Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship.

A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into her arms. I would promise to keep her safe. I would promise to always be by her side. I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes. I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor. So many more are out there who haven’t walked the corridors. So many more to be saved. At least I could save one.

I rescued a human today.












Comments are closed.