The parrot rhyme

There once was a parrot called Sally
Who loved to dilly and dally
She wolf whistled all her friends
Then laughed til she had the bends

She’ll never live in the wild
As a pet, she’s been too styled
She wouldn’t know where to eat
Nor when to beat a hasty retreat

Our Sally would love to lay
Her very own clutch one day
Her chicks she’d help them grow
Then into the wild would watch them go

So what does dear Sally need?
Posh aviaries in which to breed
To court and copulate
With her very favorite mate

Such things do cost to build
Plus staff that are quite skilled (me)

Dutch parrots are far too few
It’s time their numbers grew
We’d really like to try
To get more parrots up in the sky

So, how about funding or sponsoring the following:
The Yellow-shouldered Amazon parrot needs ECHO’S help. ECHO needs your help.
– To build breeding /nesting aviaries.
– To hire someone to do the initial research on breeding, nutrition, and husbandry.

Sent from my Sony Xperia™ smartphone


About Olivia N Masi

From art college drop-out, to office space-planner, to back-packer, to air stewardess, to brolly babe, to model agent, to wildlife conservationist. How? I've always believed in jumping at every opportunity that comes my way. This has taken me along some bizarre career paths. None of which I regret. I have been to amazing places and met fascinating people. And having worked in the motor sport industry I've sadly experienced too many beloved friends take one adrenalin step too many. I think of them always. I've hung out with pop-stars, sports personalities, and millionaires. I reached a point when nothing but VIP would do. And then something happened. My pops passed away and I felt the need to reconnect with my Italian side. Whilst in Italy, I learnt to be resourceful, to recycle everything, to listen to the valley, to grow my own veg, to catch and tame feral cats, and to follow my heart. My heart led me to a desire to save this beautiful Earth, and all the wonderful life upon it. And so I read, and then I studied with the Open University. I suddenly found myself accepted on a BSc in Wildlife Conservation, having left school with pitiful qualifications. So here I am. A qualified Wildlife Conservationist. A scientist I suppose. I love nothing more than to listen to birdsong, and watch, learn and photograph wildlife. So here is to me getting the perfect job where I can contribute to saving one of Earth's beautiful species. Do I miss the glamour of the old life? The VIP lifestyle? The petrol-head adrenalin? The buzz of being a successful business owner? Only occasionally. Though it seems more like the distant dreams of a previous life.
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