11/10/2025
I am a 21st century parrot
I am an African Grey.
My large flock once soared miles across the forest canopy.
Today, I sit alone in a cage, screaming for the family I lost.
I am a Macaw.
My beak was built to crush palm nuts, my wings to fly over rivers.
Today, I am clipped, bored, and scolded for chewing your furniture.
I am a Cockatoo.
My voice was meant to carry across miles to my flock.
Today, I am called “too loud” and locked away or covered to achieve silence.
I am a Budgie.
In the wild, my flock numbers in the thousands.
Today, I am left alone in a tiny cage, slowly fading away.
I am a Conure.
I am curious, playful, and full of fire.
Today, I am punished for biting, when all I want is your time.
I am a parrot.
I am not a decoration.
I am not a toy.
I am not a quiet, easy pet.
I am intelligent, loud, destructive, affectionate, demanding, and alive with instincts shaped over millions of years.
When you cage me alone, I scream.
When you ignore me, I pluck.
When you deny my nature, I break.
If you love me, if my colors and my brilliance draw you in, if choosing to speak your language makes me the only thing you are after, please remember this: I am still wild at heart.
Do not buy or adopt me if you cannot honor who I truly am.
Do not buy me. Adopt me with a friend that I have a say in. Allow me choices.