A Mynah Bird in a small cage.
Jumping from perch to perch.
It didn’t seem natural to me.
They had taught it to swear.
And fell about laughing when it did.
I wanted to set it free.
A Mynah Bird in a small cage.
Jumping from perch to perch.
It didn’t seem natural to me.
They had taught it to swear.
And fell about laughing when it did.
I wanted to set it free.
I can not bear caged anything-I may have said before-but not even zoos!
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That memory is from 1969. Strange how it has stuck with me all this time.
Best wishes, Pete.
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That happens. I am guessing, things can impact us, without us being aware, sometimes.What a kindness about yourself, this event revealed!
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This made me sad. I really don’t like seeing animals caged and unhappy.
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I hated the way they all laughed when it was swearing. It could hardly move in there, except from perch to perch. That was in 1969, no idea why it came to mind.
Best wishes, Pete.
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As a kid we had a budgie that flew around the house as Mum couldn’t bear to see it in a cage. My dad taught it to swear. I wrote an essay about the bird for a school writing competition, and won it, lol.
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I did one of these about our old budgie a while back. Then for some reason, my uncle’s Mynah Bird came to mind. The brain is a strange thing. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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No bird deserves a cage…I as well would set it free. chuq
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That memory from 1969 came into my head. No idea why, chuq.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Apparently it had an impact…..chuq
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So sad. I would want to set it free too!
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It might not have coped well in London, but at least it would have been out of that tiny cage.
Best wishes, Pete.
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poor thing…
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I don’t know why I suddenly thought of that, Wilma. It was in 1969. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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My aunt had a parrot. Although it wasn’t caged, it used to cuss profusely at anyone who came to her house when no one was there, saying things like get out along with a string of profanities. It was funny and very protective.
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I am glad it wasn’t caged, but it was still a very far from natural life for your aunt’s parrot, Vivi.
Best wishes, Pete.
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No, she lived in the village. It’s full of green. An amazing place. The parrot would fly to the nearby places and come back there. It’s a wonder how it came back every time. Guess it loved my aunt as much as she did.
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That’s nice to hear. 🙂
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Given its circumstances, swearing was most appropriate. Warmest regards, Theo
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Yes, but I hated they way they taunted the poor thing.
Best wishes, Pete.
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For me, watching a bird that jumps from perch to perch would be nothing more than a mynah distraction.
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Ouch! That pun hurt!
Best wishes, Pete.
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Poor little guy.
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I liked my uncle, but hated the way that poor bird was treated.
Best wishes, Pete.
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You just stirred a memory of the Mynah Bird that was at the local launderette, I think it spoke and if I remember rightly was free to wander outside the cage, or had a perch outside of its cage. Still not right, but at least it had some freedom.
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My uncle’s bird had no freedom at all. I hated the way they treated it as entertainment.
Best wishes, Pete.
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We all have a desire to set a caged thing free.
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That poor bird came into my head today, Molly. I have no idea why, after 52 years. Such a tiny cage.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Yep, I hate seeing anything in a cage, especially birds.
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Same here, never liked visiting zoos and such. Saw ’em as trapped souls.
Very endearing, Pete.
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Thanks very much, Ray. It was my uncle’s bird, and I hated its tiny cage.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I was just remembering my uncle’s Mynah Bird. The cage was a small wooden box, with a wire front. The poor bird could hardly move, except from perch to perch. That must have been about 1969. Everyone roared with laughter when the bird was effing and blinding, but not me.
Best wishes, Pete.
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That is sad.
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