Goffin Lu's weird evening games👻🤡👽👾🤖🌔
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- Опубліковано 15 чер 2024
- Adopt, don't shop, make kin, not babies!!! Lu is my 27 year old Goffin.
Every 9months he gets an 💉implant in his back, blocking his testosterone production, which caused him to be extremely agressive towards me, the other animals in the household, and himself😱😱😱🐓🤺🗡in the last years. This was my last resort. There's no way that i would get rid of him because he bites me. And boy did he bite me over the years OMG OMGOMG.😱😱😱But Lu is important kin that i made instead of babies, although it was never my ambition to own a cockatoo, since i've always had the politically correct opinion that wild animals should never have to be forced to live as pets. But when i got to know Lu, i realized that there are tons of animals out there that will live their life in captivity, frustrated, their natural inclinations and patterns deformed into becoming some sad travesty of a pet, teddy bear or lap dog, with boundaries that they will break some inevitable day and bite their owners, who will alas too often take that very personally and get rid of them.
I realized that humanity has been doing this for thousands of years, and i may sound cynical, but i'm afraid that corporate will not let humanity change their boundaries in favor of idealistic world view and love and understanding for this beautiful earth, which they can't perceive as a beautiful, enormous sentient being, but which is a ball of money to them. Humanity is being kept in more or less the same way; the way humanity treats animals in bio industry mirrors the way we are kept by forces that we were groomed into not perceiving since infancy.
Lu was sold as an egg or hatchling, for a couple thousand guilders, and the pet shop in the street where i lived then, tried to sell him with a profit. When they couldn't get rid of him after a year, when he was past the cuddly baby stage and started biting and screaming, i had in the mean time built this weird connection with him: there was no way that i wanted to buy their live stock: i came into the shop, ran to the back to get a big sack of cat food, and ran out without looking at the animals because i didn't want to get involved. But the first time i ran in there when he was there, i ran past his cage, and with my sixth sense i knew that a little animal had gotten hold of a tip of my huge wavy pink raincoat, and that if i'd keep my velocity i might break it's leg on the bars of it's cage. So i turned around, and met Lu for the first time. He hardly had any feathers yet, and was indeed hanging from the bars, clutching the tip of my coat in his right foot. He squealed with delight. I was apalled that they'd sell a baby that young🤯😰😱
So in the year that followed, i somehow kept being confronted with him; he was sold, and brought back a couple of times, because he didn't live up to expectations; being too loud, too agressive, not talking enough, not being able to stay home alone...the people who ran the store, even tried to take him into their own household at a certain point, but that didn't work out either. And everytime i saw him, i was plagued by strange, and very lucid dreams, about prehistoric bonds and gods. I even met a huge old cockatoo spirit, which i could only sense being thousands and thousands of years old, and HUGE; towering over me in a cloud of pinkish white feathers, 8 foot high, being able to grab me with it's foot and crush my head in it's beak easily, but instead only looking at me with a wordless but very pointed question, night after night; "Will you Take Care?" ,and i'd wake up with this feeling of knowing this little bird in that shop in the street from somewhere, like he was already part of my life and kin without me being able to remember. The dreams were so bright that they defied the drudge of daily life, although my life was still exciting in those days; i was a singer and did a lot of off theatre in Berlin.
At a certain moment in the spring of '89, my cats brought me a young crow. They did that every spring; a young crow is the best toy for cats; they are fierce and strong, and stay alive for days and keep trying to get away.
Of course i HATE that cruel shit, and would always do my best to save the crow and get it back to it's family. But it also confronted me again; why was i saving this bird, and not the other one, that i kept meeting and feeling so connected to in ways that i didn't understand? So one day that spring i came back from Berlin, after having sung for a week and having made good money, and into the store to buy cat food, and they offered me a cockatoo to go, and i said okay. The first thing i did was call all the cockatoo projects and ask if i could get him into a releasing project. Nobody wanted a hand raised pet for their release project. I tried shelters, so that he would be able to live among kin, and being able to enjoy some relative space in flight cages. They wouldn't take him, and the ones that would, i didn't trust. So i ended up taking responsibility🦤
I get such a kick out of watching him bouncing around on that stick. And his little squeals of delight! 😂❤ He sounds like a squeaky toy. 😂
😃😂 He's always happy. It took time for depressed old me to realize, understand, respect and lovingly use that😉👻❤️🩹
Lu is blij en hij weet het, dus piept hij. Piept, piept 😂❤
😂😂😂👏 no hands to clap😂😂😂😂hij houdt wel heel veel van applaus😉
@@loetje Natuurlijk is hij Lu, de Briljante entertainer ❤️