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Inie started flying and used to end up
on Henry's (Umbrella Cockatoo) cage.
Henry took these chicks as his own.
He was not my son but
he was my first born
baby bird that had lost
his father in a storm.

I lost seven birds within
an hour in a thunder storm.
Inie's father died leaving
the hen with three eggs.

Hen cannot feed itself and
sit on the egg so was
starving to save the eggs.
I took eggs to save her.

Hen was free to feed itself
and I incubated in a
home made incubator from
a nest box and a light bulb.

Three chicks survived and
Inie was one of them.
The first born so lucky
to be alive in a harsh time.

Years passed and one day
he flew away and left us
in tears trying to get him
home with us once more.

He stayed near the house.
He responded to my calls
and came home to us
and it was a happy house.

Not so happy now as after
fifteen years in his old age
feathers missing and weak
flew away never to be seen.

I was not there to call him.
Two hundred miles away
I just cried for my baby
so helpless to get him back.

Cold winter and birds of prey
with bare patches of skin
He has no chance to survive
I still pray God to save him.

Kris ~ Dreamweaver

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