READING REACTION BABY MYNA

I have a bird;he is a type of parrot called a Sun Conure. His name is Conrad, and is vivid yellow and orange with blue and green wing tips and tale feathers.Conrad is very spoiled, and he is one of the loudest birds of his kind. Which makes it almost unbearable when he wants his way and wants it now. These birds roam free in South America. There is also a fluke of a flock in San Fransisco, for they somehow adapted to the weather and multiplied in full force. It seems many of the people in the neighborhood would like to be rid of them, for they are so loud (I feel for them). Apparently they are a big tourist attraction; therefore the city is not as enthused to get rid of them.

Although my pet bird was born and raised in captivity, and he knows no other way of life. He could easily leave if he so desired,for he is not caged.His wings aren't cut all the way back either. I can however relate to the story. I once found a baby squirrel who was being attacked by blue jays. I chased them off, as I did I realized the squirrel was not running from me.I told myself he was in shock and that I could not possibly leave him. I scooped him up a took him in the house, and put him in a shoe box. Of course being a teenager I couldn't leave the poor little guy alone. He would ride on my shoulder which I thought was the coolest thing. I would walk up and down the street, and to the store. Of course I received alot of attention there. For three days I thought how cool it would be to have a pet squirrel, but for three days he just would not eat or drink and began to nip at my fingers. Not wanting him to die in my care I decided to let him go. Unknowing of his survival rate, yet better to let nature take its course.
In a sense I felt this way for the Myna bird in the story. I also felt for the young blind boy. I thought it could really help him to have the companionship of a loving pet. I hope he eventually had the opportunity to have and enjoy one.