The Blossom and the Will to Adapt
I recently had to relocate and could not take my dear tame pair of budgies of 5 years, although I found them a great home and stay in contact with their new owner life without them was incomplete. As soon as I got to my new home I looked for a new companion. Now I've never really liked the look of English budgies, their head is so 'fat' LOL. But there was this female English I found one on a classified site--she was 1.5 yr. old, tame and came with her cage (which I wanted because I didn't have any supplies yet). Any normal time I wouldn't have picked her out but something gravitated me.
I made arrangements for her owner to hold her until I could pick her up. The lady told me her wings had been clipped. When I picked her up and took her home she "came" with a little travel cage in which she had been living with one toy and a mirror. I noticed she had all her primaries so her wings had not been clipped; and even though she was 'tame' she bit you when your put your hand in and when you did get her on your finger she held on with a death grip. After further observation I realized her right wing had been broken at some point and healed incorrectly. She would never be able to fly.
But she was with me now; it was her time to come out of the life she lived.
In the beginning days with me I showed her I was there for her...making her come out of her cage to be with me...encouraging her to call me with a chirp and answering her with a chirp. It was obvious she was bored out her mind and I was surprised she hadn’t started feather plucking. She had an almost obsessive chewing habit which ruined a couple of my shirts while being on my shoulder...I got her a bigger cage, I made her a tree branch play area where she could chew and new toys to engage her mind. She soon always wanted 'out' and chirped to me when she didn't know where I was or when she was insecure about being on the floor. She began to sing the most lovely little songs on top of her cage while I cooked dinner. I got to witness this scared bored little bird blossom into a secure happy companion; and there is no greater joy when you adopt and see them come out of that depressing shell.
I noticed her ‘exercising’ her wings as best she could on top her play stand and felt good she had the room to ‘stretch’ and was getting in shape but knowing she’d never ‘fix’ that wing that tipped forward and gave her no lift. She would sometimes get bored and jump off to only go splat on the floor. I was concerned for her safety so I put her cage on a stand near the floor where she could climb down but she still insisted to jumping off and going clunk! Today she still sometimes goes clunk but recently when she got spooked and decided to ‘fall’ off me I saw her ‘fall’ in a straight line and she didn’t land all that bad—It’s incredible, she’s learning how to buffer her fall with one broken wing!
Our lives are a lot like Gracie’s, bound by the imprisonment of our sin, ever wanting and never satisfied with the things of the world. Jesus has given us a choice to stay in this situation or allow him to come into our lives. We may be broken or hurt and bite whenever his hand comes near, but if you allow him to pull you out of your cage there is freedom, comfort, and healing.
Life may change and make you give up something you’ve held dear but new experiences that make us grow and fulfill us are around that corner.