An Autobiography of a Parrot
By Kian Mehta, Class 5 D, Jamnabai Narsee School, Juhu, Mumbai
I was born in the countryside. My friends were the family of parrots like me who lived in a nest on a tree opposite mine. My parents worked hard to find food for me everyday. I liked myself the way I was. I was just like my parents – green with a red beak and few red tail feathers. My friend from the opposite tree and I spent hours together flying as high as we could go and then swooping down so low that our claws almost touched the ground. It was a lot of fun.
One day, my parents and I had gone to a distant place in search of food. When we were about to catch a few insects, we were caught in a net! We were caged and loaded into a van. It was a long journey and I was really scared. I couldn’t even imagine what was going to happen to us. Soon we were removed from the van and kept in a pet store on a shelf. I didn’t know where we were. Just then, a lady came in and asked for an entire family of parrots. The lady at the desk pointed at us. The lady customer smiled.
We were in a car right next to our new mistress. I couldn’t believe we were in the pet shop for such a short time! After we reached our mistress’s house, she led us to a birdbath and put cold water on us one after the other. At first, I found it so cold that I started squawking as loud as I could. Then I started to like it. Our mistress was very kind to us and gave us good food. The mistress soon taught us to speak a few lines. ‘Blow your nose’ and ‘stop whistling’ were a few of them. One day, our mistress donated us to a sanctuary.
We did not want to go but our mistress knew it was good for us. We are still in the sanctuary, greeting visitors, flying about and eating our food. I miss our mistress, our birdbath and also the countryside we used to live in. Life is not as exciting as it used to be, but we have hope, hope that something pleasant will happen to us sometime.