Studio Birds, Heartache and new Challenges…

So, you may recall my two delinquent cocatiels BoBo and BiBi? DSCF5671_edited I rescued them and brought them back to health.  And in return they: DSCF5306_edited DSCF5453_edited_2 ate my art work DSCF5583_edited and crapped all over it. They refused to ever return to their cage and BoBo developed several very strange kinks DSCF5608_edited Mainly involving blue velvet. DSCF5345_edited Instead of setting up home in their nesting box, DSCF5393_edited BiBi laid her eggs in my ceramic bowls and in my packing crates… DSCF5441_edited But I loved them!
In the end I realized that I could never tame them; I lacked the will, and also the conviction. What is wrong with wild? Except, they ate my work. And they were not very nice to visitors. In fact, some of my regular students refused to come to my workshops while they were being shouted at from the top of the curtain rail. They said they found it hard to concentrate.
A friend of mine contacted a Scottish Cocatiel breeder, Mairi, who read my blog posts and decided to do a mercy dash all the way from Clydebank! Together with her husband she packed their car full of lobsters, crabs, langoustines, baby cocatiels and Bobby, their tame pink parrot, who was brought along for moral support.
And they drove through the day and they drove through the night…arriving in Hastings late Saturday evening.
To execute the swap. My wild, beautiful birds in exchange for two hand reared babies with impeccable manners… DSCF5848_edited So in the middle of the night, I suddenly have these two strange baby ‘tiels being affectionate all over me and my radishes. Tame as anything. I took Jeff and Mairi up to meet BoBo and BiBi. They were roosting on a ceramic torso, looking down, blinking sleepily DSCF5835_edited …at Mairi, Bobby and one of the exchange ‘tiels, Jem. We spent the next day getting very, er, happy! on endless bottles of fizz… DSCF5887_edited trying to get the cooking thing into some sort of continuous order. Mairi cooked a fab lobster thermidor and I remember fixing some luscious scallops in saffron, but in the end, we just kind of gave up DSCF5900_edited …and it was a free-for-all. Except BoBo and BiBI who were still in my studio, eating art work.
The really sad thing is. On the Sunday, as I was stood in my studio, all festooned with the exchange ‘tiels, BoBo swoops down DSCF5859_edited …and he lands on my hand. All these months of loving him, tiptoeing around his fears and peculiarities and then, finally, giving up and realizing someone else needs to sort him out – and the damn bird lands on my hand! And then he walks up my arm and on to my shoulder where he proceeds to beat up Josh, the usurper!
I naturally burst out crying. But the deal was struck, the lobster eaten and the fizz a distant headache.
So there we are. I now have the task of trying to learn to love what is tame, what sits on my shoulders and nibbles my ears. When my heart really yearns for the wild, swaggering, foul tempered, beautiful BoBo. Isn’t there a certain irony lurking in this tale?
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About Anna

I am a ceramic sculptor living on the South coast near London, England. My work is influenced by my experience of the earth as a living being and seeing how we are all connected with eachother and with the things that surround us. I create ceramic torsos using molochite clay which I often smokefire in galvanised dustbins. I also make House Gods to protect and amuse, and Fat Birds - little smokefired sculptures that tell the story about what it is like to be a fat bird at peace with its surroundings.
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4 Responses to Studio Birds, Heartache and new Challenges…

  1. Per says:

    A little bit sad story with your “wild” birds with a happy end i hope. I hope they will enjoy their new home. And I wish you and your new cocatiels a happy life together 🙂
    I remember my (or my mothers) cocatiel even if it was a long time ago. She was jumping up and down on the cage when she saw me outside the window coming home. Sitting next to me in the couch in the evenings… But one summer a friend was supposed to look after her and she flew away out through the door. We where searching for her for many days. Finally someone found her in a nearby village a couple of miles away. But then she was dead, attacked by other birds.

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    • Anna says:

      I am really sad to hear that story, Per. They do get us, don’t they. I do hope BoBo and BiBi will be OK, too. I guess I feel a bit guilty giving up on them.

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  2. rthepotter says:

    That’s a real microcosm of the tragicomedy which is life … one would have to grieve. But it sounds like a great party, and the infant birds look lovely.

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    • Anna says:

      Isn’t it, just. I am glad you understand. And the little birds are delightful, they really are. They are sitting on my shoulder as I type this; they can stay on me all day if I let them. And they won’t eat my work!

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