Good Morning All, It only seems fitting that today’s Daily Post Prompt is Incubate.
Today marks my baby boy’s 30th. Birthday, this my son, “Peanut.”
When my husband and were nearing in on our first anniversary, we knew exactly what we had wanted to do. I was always fascinated by birds and most particularly parrots.
We would visit pet stores and talk with all different breeds of parrots, but the lessons we learned rather quickly was that the birds were all of a certain age already and that the bird needed to like both of us, and not select one parental unit. That in itself seemed near to impossible to find.
One Sunday afternoon, my husband was reading the paper and came across a breeder out in Staten Island, New York. Right after reading, we called immediately to schedule an appointment after discussing the breed of bird we so wanted. The breed was an Amazon Yellow Nape.
Two weeks later, we met the breeder who became known as “Uncle Tom” to both my husband and me, but as to Peanut as well. We were lead into a room with eleven other Amazon Yellow Nape parrots all ranking in age and size. We both stood there with our mouths wide open in awe of these beautiful creatures.
After standing there, and checking them all over, this little fuzzy dude jumped off a perch and hid under my hair. I’m not gonna lie, he did look like this scrawny little gray thing with undeveloped wings. He was making this little noise that was like a baby cooing, and that was pretty much what stole our hearts.
We had to go through a formal adoption process of residence, work, references etc… in order to adopt this little guy. Two weeks later we learned we were approved. Because Peanut was so young, he was held in an incubator for a few more weeks. But, then came the time we could take this funny little guy home. He looked enormous in the cage we bought him, and he still needed to be hand fed baby food.
My husband and I could not decide on a name for him for at least a couple more weeks. We couldn’t decide until we got to see his personality and colors come in. Then one day, the parrot was sitting atop his perch and was messing with his first solid foods. He was absolutely fascinated with peanuts and twirled them in his talons. He would giggle at this little nut he was grasping, and we couldn’t help but laugh along with him. And, that is how my baby boy got his name. For that matter, Peanut has several nicknames as well;
Marathon Mouth, Moldy Crow, Chicken Boy, Emerald Dumpling, and his favorite which he announces every chance he gets… “Pretty Peanut Baby Boy!!!”
Today, Peanut will have an oatmeal pancake for breakfast, and a veggie rice dish for dinner, and of course I’ll be singing Happy Birthday to my little boy.