There is something comforting in seeing the familiar bright yellow face and adorable clown-like scarlet cheeks of the wild cockatiels staring down curiously from their perch down the old gravel driveway of the little cottage we call home. Something uplifting in their iconic call as they soar effortlessly into the sky, their sleek bodies cutting through the air as their long graceful tail trails out behind them. Something in watching the way these charismatic little creatures relate to one another that brings a smile to my face.
Known best for their character and charm as the childhood pet, their call takes me back to the days of play, before adulthood responsibilities. I remember my little 'homework bird' who would sit on my shoulder as I struggled with that dreaded homework sheet, always leaving his signature mark of a chewed corner of the paper... followed by a trail of chewed pencils! I remember adventures in the dolls house, rides in the barbie camper trailer, and cuddles on the couch watching afternoon cartoons. I remember the constant, familiar weight, the light patter of little feet running from one shoulder to the other, the soft warmth of feathers nestled into the curve of my neck. I remember the love of my constant childhood companion.
The love these little birds have for one another is beautiful to watch. In the same way my childhood pet would snuggle into my neck, watching the female snuggle into her soulmate brings a warmth into my heart. As my Heavenly Father blessed me with my childhood companion, my dear friendships, and now my own soulmate to weather each season of my life, my heart rejoices. This iconic call outside my window, the daily sight of two familiar shapes 'all snuggled' together in the trees, is a reminder of the gift of companions and friends that my Father has given to me over the years. These companions and friendships He knew I needed - that He designed for me. For these infinitely precious gifts, I will never be able to thank Him enough.
- Subject Matter: Birdlife
- Collections: Treasures of the Great South Land