|June 28, 2013. He's a
Mourning Dove, one of
the most common birds in
Chirp's personal story,
however, is anything but
|my husband took him to the office with him. Chirp's new nest was a Tupperware bowl with soft cloths in it and he slept
under a desk lamp to keep him toasty and warm. We taught him how to eat and to let us know what he needed He
taught us that tiny things DO matter. Even a scrawny little bird with only one sound in his vocabulary can somehow
communicate great wisdom.
As he grew, Chirp took over a larger part of our hearts--and our household. I had hoped to release him back into the
wild when he was big enough and strong enough, but he became so completely bonded with my family that he didn't
realize he was a bird. When I set his cage outside to introduce him to the world, he was terrified! He learned to fly in my
kitchen and preferred to free range indoors rather than out. So, I got used to a demanding dove strolling on the carpet
or swooping down from his perch on my cabinets.
Most days he would sit on top of my head, plucking gray hairs for me as I worked at my desk. Typing fascinated him
and some days we battled for control of my keyboard. His daily bath was in a dish by the sink, I formulated his birdseed
mix especially to his tastes, and he occasionally deigned to visit with the neurotic parakeet that also shared our home.
I'd frequently find him napping on the couch with the dogs, and he made big sport of teasing the barn cats who'd come
up and peer at him through the windows.
|started to notice a change in his behavior. He was becoming fully
mature and wanted to prove his prowess to everyone. He was more
aggressive, more demanding, and claimed his various territories with
I was his favorite person and he didn't much like anyone coming near
me--especially my teenage son whom he recognized as his chief rival.
The world outside the front window became more and more interesting
to Chirp and instead of flying into the kitchen to hide when the front
door would open, he now wanted to peer out. He was finally hearing
the call of the wild.
I knew it wouldn't be long before I'd have to say good-bye.
|Everyone who knows Chirp's story falls completely in love. There's just something about this little guy that touches the
heart. As long as he stays close by, I'll post pics and updates about him regularly on my social media. Through this
journey Chirp has become quite the celebrity. It hasn't changed him one bit, although he does love the attention.
My Regency novel, MISS FARROW'S FEATHERS, is dedicated to Chirp. (He hasn't read it yet.)
|On May 9, 2015, Chirp decided he was ready for the world. That morning he was particularly ruthless in his dive-
bombing raids, stalking my son and attacking him. He was restless and uninterested in his usual routine. He watched
the front door with an eagle eye, which isn't always easy for a dove. We knew he needed to be free.
The door opened. Without hesitation or doubt, he swooped outside. The day was warm and sunny and absolutely
gorgeous. I stayed outside all afternoon, keeping and eye on him and making myself available should he need to land
on my head and find safety or reassurance. He didn't need either. He was FREE and he was loving it!
|At first he was tentative, but before long he was soaring over the treetops and
cooing loudly. The other doves weren't quite sure about him, and he mostly avoided
them. But he was determined to be free. I fretted and worried, but he did just fine.
As the days went by, he became stronger and bolder and I could detect a change
in his vocal abilities. He learned some new sounds. He made some new friends.
He ventured father away from our house.
doves because he's learning to be more like them. He's starting to fit in. My house
emptier and quieter, but I'm so hChirp is a free bird now. It's getting harder for me
to tell him apart from the other appy for my little squab. He's become what he was
always meant to be. I couldn't be more proud of him, and of my whole family for
being able to prepare him for this life, then letting him live it.
|Happy Birthday, Chirp! June 28