Surprise Visitor: Booberry Paradiso

[avad]

We somehow find ourselves caring for a lost parakeet that followed B around in a parking lot, hungry, friendly. Came home with us. Is this the Bluebird of Happiness come to visit? We've put up posters everywhere to alert the owner... He's so sweet and unafraid, doesn't mind being held! And look how amazing- he looks like part of my art studio toys come to life! :) I've named him Booberry Paradiso...well, because.






Booberry likes Kokeshi!:)




Hangin about free and eating, so tame:



Don't know what we should do....maybe put an ad in the paper?....definitely someone's pet. well, I'm happy to have this lil visitor for a while anyway.What a sweetie.
Makes me think of favorite Rumi poems...

Comments

[unluckymonkey.livejournal.com]

Hopefully he just got overexcited and ended up out when he wasnt' supposed to. there ARE however people who would "let him go" thinking he could survive outside despite being raised in a cage and having his wings clipped. IN any event he's cute as hell and i adore his color!

[shivasmojo.livejournal.com]

wow. best surprise ever.

[babayada.livejournal.com]

He or she looks like a lovely little companion. :)

Friendships between humans and animals are beautiful on so many levels. It makes me feel like there is a place for Buddha-hood, even in the dog-eat-dog world of nature.

I really liked that first Rumi poem about the friends. Before I spent so much time alone, here in Orlando I would have thought, "Hmph, another insulting poem about the ego." But I really see what it means, not in an insulting sense, but in a realistic sense.

Our egos are what keep ourselves away from being at home within. When there is nothing to fight for or rail against or protect, when you're empty of all of that, you can finally have room to be at home within yourself... the end result is peace.

It's funny that what we think of as ourselves, want to be ourselves, or fear is ourselves and what we strive so hard to attain or avoid is the very thing that keeps us from having what all that effort is intended to gain. It's already there, and we get knocked off from it and then keep ourselves from it. Sometimes our entire lives.

The struggles with the addiction to nicotine have really made me notice my other addictions, mostly my addiction to approval (which contains the fear of rejection/insult) which is my addiction to perceiving myself in certain ways.

Perhaps separation can teach a deep lesson. I've learned something, but certainly not enough.

[avad.livejournal.com]

:)
well said. I'm dealing with that too.
*hug*

[rokkitz.livejournal.com]

in some demented way these photos reminds me of the adventures of Dr. Snuggles.

[avad.livejournal.com]

demented I'll say;)
I was not familiar with this 'Doctor Snuggles'....looking up came across the...um...'character' descriptions...this made me laugh:
Rickety Rick,Dreamy Boom Boom,Mathilda Junkbottom (http://www.doctorsnuggles.com/Characters/Characters3.html).
and that's to say nothing of: "Nobby Mouse
The mouse who just can’t help being naughty... The Treacle Tree,(!!) and The Mustard Bush
The sober companion of the Treacle Tree. (but of course);)
!!!!???
LOL
you get away from that tv!

[captainbigwig.livejournal.com]

so is that parakeett now part of your family?

I haven't checked LJ in a month

[avad.livejournal.com]

long story...I'll try to shorten...:
a woman called us saying she just lost a blue parakeet...so we thought we had found the owner...but she had only JUST lost it 2 days before...and we'd had Booberry goin on 2 weeks at that point. Thing is, she had another parakeet that was all depressed now with his friend gone...so we decided to see whether Booberry and this one would get along (they like to be in pairs at least, if not flocks). So Booberry now lives at a very interesting place called the Ark Project with this other parakeet. I can visit when I want....there are horses and sheep and neat artist buildings. I miss Boo but think it's for the best. I have a lil blue parakeet ring now as a memento, I think of him often...