Red “Red” Davis

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Red “Red” Davis

Birth
Death
13 Jun 2010 (aged 10–11)
Clinton Township, Macomb County, Michigan, USA
Burial
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♥My Beloved Sweet Eclectus Parrot♥

I am heartbroken & devastated at losing her.
She was my baby, my child.

Red was a 10 year old Vosmaeri Eclectus parrot that we rescued. The minute I walked up to Red on the stand she was on @ her foster home she came right to me. She'd never done that for anyone. She wanted me to be her Mom¢¾. Her foster parents said it was fate & she became part of our family the next day.

We were told that her original owner took very good care of her for the first three years of her life, until he died.
After that she was bounced around in his family for a few years. That's where she was abused. I get angry when I think of it!
Her diet was atrocious; they fed her cockatiel food-if they fed her or gave her water. The wrong diet can kill a companion parrot & is abuse.
There was a little girl in the home that was poking her with a pencil through the bars of her cage.
All of this caused Red to pick all her feathers. She also had a respiratory infection because of her mistreatment & bad environment.
Her nails were terrible too--they were long & curled. She was basically walking on what would be her "elbows".
She had NO stregnth in her legs.
The people who had her were planning on just putting her outside in April (in Michigan!!) & whatever happened to her happened. She was picked bald! She was downy when we got her & she grew a lot of her feathers back. We had high hopes that she would grow all of them back. Eclectus parrots are very colorful.

She had a clean bill of health when she became a part of our family on August 9th, 2009 after spending time at a foster home. We couldn't bring her near our healthy Blue fronted Amazon parrot, Rio.

She was a special needs bird because of everything she had been through.

I am proud to say we rehabilitated her. She regained the stregnth in her legs. She learned how fly small distances again. She became coordinated & comfortable climbing.
We take our Rio everywhere so Red got to experience traveling & Christmas & so many things. She learned that she liked to be around crowds of people & the attention that they would give her. She loved all the attention that she got at the Monroe Street Fair in Ann Arbor & many people took her picture. Shortly before she died, we learned her photo was published in Michigan Medical Marijuana Magazine. It was a beautiful photo that had been submitted by someone who we allowed to photograph her. I contacted the magazine for a copy of the photo. 2 days after her death I received free copies of the magazine with my pretty little girl in it.

She showed no signs of illness but that's how it is with birds. Once they show any sign of illness it's usually too late. They have to be that way in the wild to survive.

Red had a tiny, sweet little voice. A typical little girl voice.
She would call me "Ma" & say "I Love You!" with her sweet little voice. She gave me smoochy kisses.
She even gave real beak to lip kisses, something that is amazing for an abused bird but I always trusted her.
She never bit my face. She only bit me twice, on the hand, & looking back it was my fault. It was while I was changing her food & water bowls. She was an animal who had been deprived of food & water at times so she was defending her bowls. She was afraid I was taking them away & might not be bringing them back. Other than that she was unbelievably sweet, not only for an abused bird, but for a female Eclectus parrot.

She was MY PRETTY LITTLE GIRL & she knew it.
Her intelligence level was that of a 5 yr. human child.
A companion parrot is like having small child. They require a lot of attention, time, care, & LOVE, just like a child. All of it is rewarding.
How can you not love an animal that can tell you they love you & actually understand the concept of love?

Before she died she was letting on how big her vocabulary really was. I would hear her practicing when she didn't think I was listening.

Red was a cuddly girl. She loved snuggle & be hugged.
Her 1st night she snuggled on my chest while I was watching tv in bed & we both fell asleep.
She never slept a night in her cage when she lived with us. She refused to. She wouldn't stay on her playstand either. After the 1st night she decided her spot was in bed with her Mom & Dad. I would worry but I learned to change the way I sleep. She'd drag her baby (a stuffed teddy bear) & get all comfortable under the covers.

She didn't enjoy shower time as much as Rio does. Her favorite part was being wrapped up in a towel afterwards & having me carry her around like a baby & fuss over her.


I will always love MY PRETTY LITTLE GIRL who gave her Ma smoochy kisses.
I miss you Red!



Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

*Written By: William (Bill) N. Britton*




♥My Beloved Sweet Eclectus Parrot♥

I am heartbroken & devastated at losing her.
She was my baby, my child.

Red was a 10 year old Vosmaeri Eclectus parrot that we rescued. The minute I walked up to Red on the stand she was on @ her foster home she came right to me. She'd never done that for anyone. She wanted me to be her Mom¢¾. Her foster parents said it was fate & she became part of our family the next day.

We were told that her original owner took very good care of her for the first three years of her life, until he died.
After that she was bounced around in his family for a few years. That's where she was abused. I get angry when I think of it!
Her diet was atrocious; they fed her cockatiel food-if they fed her or gave her water. The wrong diet can kill a companion parrot & is abuse.
There was a little girl in the home that was poking her with a pencil through the bars of her cage.
All of this caused Red to pick all her feathers. She also had a respiratory infection because of her mistreatment & bad environment.
Her nails were terrible too--they were long & curled. She was basically walking on what would be her "elbows".
She had NO stregnth in her legs.
The people who had her were planning on just putting her outside in April (in Michigan!!) & whatever happened to her happened. She was picked bald! She was downy when we got her & she grew a lot of her feathers back. We had high hopes that she would grow all of them back. Eclectus parrots are very colorful.

She had a clean bill of health when she became a part of our family on August 9th, 2009 after spending time at a foster home. We couldn't bring her near our healthy Blue fronted Amazon parrot, Rio.

She was a special needs bird because of everything she had been through.

I am proud to say we rehabilitated her. She regained the stregnth in her legs. She learned how fly small distances again. She became coordinated & comfortable climbing.
We take our Rio everywhere so Red got to experience traveling & Christmas & so many things. She learned that she liked to be around crowds of people & the attention that they would give her. She loved all the attention that she got at the Monroe Street Fair in Ann Arbor & many people took her picture. Shortly before she died, we learned her photo was published in Michigan Medical Marijuana Magazine. It was a beautiful photo that had been submitted by someone who we allowed to photograph her. I contacted the magazine for a copy of the photo. 2 days after her death I received free copies of the magazine with my pretty little girl in it.

She showed no signs of illness but that's how it is with birds. Once they show any sign of illness it's usually too late. They have to be that way in the wild to survive.

Red had a tiny, sweet little voice. A typical little girl voice.
She would call me "Ma" & say "I Love You!" with her sweet little voice. She gave me smoochy kisses.
She even gave real beak to lip kisses, something that is amazing for an abused bird but I always trusted her.
She never bit my face. She only bit me twice, on the hand, & looking back it was my fault. It was while I was changing her food & water bowls. She was an animal who had been deprived of food & water at times so she was defending her bowls. She was afraid I was taking them away & might not be bringing them back. Other than that she was unbelievably sweet, not only for an abused bird, but for a female Eclectus parrot.

She was MY PRETTY LITTLE GIRL & she knew it.
Her intelligence level was that of a 5 yr. human child.
A companion parrot is like having small child. They require a lot of attention, time, care, & LOVE, just like a child. All of it is rewarding.
How can you not love an animal that can tell you they love you & actually understand the concept of love?

Before she died she was letting on how big her vocabulary really was. I would hear her practicing when she didn't think I was listening.

Red was a cuddly girl. She loved snuggle & be hugged.
Her 1st night she snuggled on my chest while I was watching tv in bed & we both fell asleep.
She never slept a night in her cage when she lived with us. She refused to. She wouldn't stay on her playstand either. After the 1st night she decided her spot was in bed with her Mom & Dad. I would worry but I learned to change the way I sleep. She'd drag her baby (a stuffed teddy bear) & get all comfortable under the covers.

She didn't enjoy shower time as much as Rio does. Her favorite part was being wrapped up in a towel afterwards & having me carry her around like a baby & fuss over her.


I will always love MY PRETTY LITTLE GIRL who gave her Ma smoochy kisses.
I miss you Red!



Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

*Written By: William (Bill) N. Britton*





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