| Our first close up encounter with these majestic
birds was awesome to say the least. Personally, I was very naive
and did not know we even had Black Cockatoo’s in Australia.
I have since discovered that I was not alone in this lack of knowledge
and it still stuns me that many Australian’s have no idea
about the existence of these wonderful parrots.
During our visit, the breeder provided us with a
great deal of information and facts about the Yellow-Tail. We
were invited into the aviary containing the young cock and hen.
They were both stunning. The hen was quite shy and a little apprehensive
staying relatively close to the breeder. The cock however, was
a different story. He was lively, curious, incredibly cheeky and
had taken an instant liking to the silver ring on my husbands
finger. Not yet a confident flyer, he would try various methods
and avenues of climbing around the aviary to get to that nice
shiny object.
To cut a long story
short, not only did we leave with some great photos but we also
came away with a very special piece of native Australian wildlife.
We named him Nowra, since that is where we lived at the time and
Nowra is the indigenous word for Black Cockatoo in the local Aboriginal
dialect.
Purchasing Nowra, was not a spontaneous gesture. We did our research
and believe me, the breeder certainly did his – we were questioned
for well over two hours. Of that, I am pleased. It would disturb
me if a breeder willingly handed over such a bird to anybody.
So our journey of becoming Parrot owners began. Nowra was our first
foray into caring for and handling such audacious birds. We did
everything we believed to be the best for him. We provided him with
an extra-extra-extra large cage and eventually his own 6 metre aviary.
We provided him with a wide variety of food, including lots of fresh
fruit and veges, which he loved. He had regular baths and showers.
We gave him plenty of time out and loads of love. He inturn provided
us with amazement and wonder at his undeniable beauty and intelligence.
Naturally he allowed us the pleasure of getting to know that unforgettable,
yet ever so distinct and beautiful Yellow-tail call! At only 12
months of age he also vocalized that very loud and annoying, raspy
baby call, but that was all part of having a young parrot.
The other aspect we discovered was his ability to chew through
hard wood perches in hours!! We knew cockatoo’s were naturally
destructive, but we did not realise (until then) that the Yellow-tail’s
tensile strength was atleast double that of your average Sulfur
crested! No sooner had I placed a nice new natural perch in his
aviary or cage, then a few hours later I would hear a large crash
and thud. Out I would go to redecorate again.
Naturally, we also gave him enrichment and mental stimulus. Now,
at this early stage most of our education came from Parrot Owner
Guidebooks that our friends from America had sent us. Simply because
we could not find any local information produced in Australia on
how to care for, train and raise Australian Cockatoo’s!! So,
yes his cage and aviary did have an assortment of rope toys, wooden
blocks and rope ladders plus some of those “Bullet Proof”
birdie toys.
Our first scary incident occurred one morning. I had my back turned
away from Nowra as I was washing some dishes, my husband was in
the shower and I noticed it was oddly quiet. I realised that Nowra
had unusually stopped “that annoying, raspy baby call”.
As I looked over at his cage, I was horrified to see him hanging
by his tongue. A metal split ring on a toy had closed and pinched
his tongue. Fortunately we were there and able to release him. First
lesson!!! Remove all metal split rings!!! It was at that precise
moment I learn’t how important those loud, continuous baby
calls must be in the wild. It was the absence of that call which
alerted me to his danger.
The second scary incident happened in his aviary. One day I noticed
that Nowra had been hanging onto the side of his aviary (at the
very top) in the one spot for a little bit too long a period. As
I ventured out to investigate, I again went into panic mode. Nowra
had once again gotten his tongue jammed – this time in between
the joining bars of the aviary panels. He had unscrewed some bolts
and was some how able to wiggle the bars apart. Something, I wouldn’t
be able to do with a tool, let alone just beak and tongue. Second
lesson…do a “nuts and bolts” check two or three
times a day!!
By August of the following year we had made the decision to move
north to QLD. We chose not to put Nowra on a plane on his own, so
there we all were; two humans, two dogs and one Yellow-tail black
cockatoo all heading to a new home in sunny QLD!
Unfortunately, the move did place some stress our Nowra or “Chookie”
as we tended to call him more often than not. Once again, we did
not know that you could (should) transport birds in dog/cat carriers,
so we had him all set up in his large carry cage. He was so good
on the trip, but we now realise how awfully stressful and exhausting
it must have been for him. Another lesson learnt the hard way –
“transport birds in a covered carrier”. The trip and
the fact that he was once again back in his large cage as opposed
to his aviary did affect him. He started to chew at his wings. I
believe he was saying, “well if I can’t use them –
I’ll chew them”!! We always gave him plenty of fly time
inside the house, but it just wasn’t the same as flying outdoors
in your own aviary. We bought in indoor playgym which allowed him
time to fly around and just hang out and play with his toys.
Scary incident number 3. Nowra had once again unscrewed a nut and
bolt, this time from the playgym. But this time he tried to stick
his tongue down the now empty bolt hole. Luckily, it was only momentarily
stuck…but it was long enough to frighten all of us. Another
lesson, close up all exposed holes!
Shortly after arriving on the Gold Coast we took a shopping trip
to the Pet Barn. We wanted to arm ourselves with plenty of birdie
stimulation and toys. Since we had moved, we did not know where
to go to get perches and supplies, so resorted to the expensive
plastic toys. The ones that you pay hundreds of dollars for and
your black cockatoo destroys before you have even finished installing
them!!!
Whilst we were at the pet store, we were given a brochure for Verna
Shannon’s Pet Parrot Pre-school. We immediately enrolled…we
were desperate to learn more about how to handle and care for our
special boy! We were thirsty for any knowledge and especially for
an opportunity to speak to someone who specialises in our type of
bird.
The Parrot Pre-School was held on the premises of the (now) PRC
where we were introduced to Zarita and some of the very special
PRC residents. It truly felt fantastic to meet other people just
like us!
Then, a number of weeks after the Parrot Pre-school we had the
final and fatal scary incident number 4!
Each day we would move Nowra’s cage onto the back verandah.
It was an awkward job because the cage was so big, but he loved
being outside. On this morning, I remember looking into his cage
and noticing one of his “bullet proof” toys. It was
a plastic dumbbell that had a something inside that rattled. Now,
even though the toys were “bullet proof” I would wrap
the plastic toy in a fabric bandana. That way if Nowra should happen
to crack the toy, he wouldn’t get cut by the sharp plastic
and plus he loved the texture of the fabric and…it didn’t
fray and nor did it get long stringy pieces of cotton.
That morning, I looked at the toy and saw a hint of the plastic
showing. I thought to myself “I should take that toy out”….then
I had heard another little voice say “No, Nowra is having
fun playing with it” So, I left it in there. Big lesson learnt….always,
always follow your first instincts!
Later that afternoon we were just about to bring Nowra in for the
night, when two things happened…..1. We saw one of our dogs
running around with one of Chookie’s flight feathers and 2.
We heard the most unforgettable, ear piercing scream – our
Nowra was in trouble. It took Grant only seconds to reach him. But,
it was too late.
Nowra had been playing with the bandana-covered toy. He managed
to get to the plastic. He split the toy at the seem, trying to get
the thing out that was making it rattle and the toy snapped back
closed – severing his tongue. Our beautiful black cockatoo
was left hanging by the bone in his tongue. And he was screaming!!!
Out of shock, he starting dropping feathers, this is how one of
our dogs got the feather.
While Grant was removing Nowra and the toy, I was desperately trying
to find a vet who would help us! It was 4:30pm on a Friday afternoon.
Finally, we found someone who had been referred to us as a “bird”
vet…and he was only 5 minutes drive away.
We arrived at the vet with Nowra and the toy (with his tongue still
inside the toy). We kept it in a sterilised bag hoping that it could
be re-attached.
The vet looked at Chookie though his carry cage (did not remove
him to examine him) and said there was no way it could be reattached.
The very first question that flew out of my mouth was “Can
he live without a tongue?” the vet confidently & quickly
replied…”Yes, of course!” He advised us to leave
Nowra with him so he could close up the wound and that he would
call us in a hour or two.
So, believing we left our boy in the hands of the specialist vet
we left him there and went home in a daze!!!
We sat at home in complete shock. Then within an hour, the vet
nurse called to say we could come and pick Nowra up. When we arrived
at the surgery, the vet nursed carried Nowra out in his carry cage
and presented us with our bird who now had a gaping big hole where
his tongue should have been. As we were paying the large bill, I
began to ask about after surgery care. The nurse couldn’t
answer our questions, so she had the vet come and speak with us.
I wanted to know how to feed Nowra and how he would drink. The vet
quickly responded by saying that Nowra could “scoop”
food and water into his top beak, flip his head back and swallow.
He also said that Nowra would “learn” how to manipulate
food without a tongue. Grant and I were still completely dazed,
in shock and really not thinking or comprehending everything that
was going on. Then, as we were leaving…the vet nurse came
rushing out with something in her hand. She promptly offered us
the blood soaked toy, with Nowra’s tongue still inside and
asked us if we wanted it back!!!!! Yes, she really did that, while
the vet was standing there and he didn’t even say a word.
I guess he was more concerned about his upcoming weekend trip!
All we wanted to do was take our bird away from there. The next
12 hours were the longest hours ever. We had little sleep and worried
about our beautiful boy the entire night! I openly admit, that part
of me prayed he would pass away during the night so that he did
not have to deal with his injury. But, the next morning I was faced
with not knowing how to provide him with water and nutrients.
As we all know, birds are specialists at hiding injuries and continuing
on regardless of their pain or sickness. So, sure enough Nowra did
his best to try and eat. He picked up pellets and pieces of vegetables
with the tips of his beak…but had no possible way of getting
it any further into his mouth. He just looked at us and basically
said “what is going on….” Our hearts were getting
heavier with sadness, anger and frustration. He gave up trying to
eat and decided to try and drink. This was also not possible, the
water went into the beak, but he had no way of controlling the fluid
or swallowing. He decided to try and play. Once again, he grabbed
a toy (not plastic!!!!) and found that once again he could not do
anything with it as he didn’t have a tongue with which he
would manipulate the object. Again he, looked at us, gave up and
then just sat……and sat….and went to sleep.
I sat with him for half and hour trying to think of what to do
for him, surely he must be in pain, thirsty and hungry. The vet
had not given him any pain medication.
With fury, I proceeded to blend his food and pellets into mush,
I then made a watery soup, I tried spoon feeding and also attempted
an eye dropper. I tried wetting the edge of his mouth with water.
I even wet his feet as he was constantly trying to find his tongue
with his claws, I thought that perhaps some moisture would drop
off his feet into his mouth. Signs of desperation from my part!!!!
Obviously the stitches were also annoying him because he was repeatedly
opening his mouth as wide as possible and shaking his head from
side to side. We were lost and desperate to do anything for him.
I had never crop fed a bird and would not have attempted even if
I did because his mouth was full of red, inflamed flesh and stitching.
I called my friends in the US (they have Australian parrots) and
asked if their Avian vet new of anything I could do for Nowra. I
called the University of NSW to see if they could help. No-one new
of a bird surviving without a tongue. It wasn’t as if Nowra
had lost a small section or even half of his tongue. The whole lot
was missing right back to his throat!
Finally, I found Zarita’s phone number from the Parrot Pre-school
information booklet and after a number of long and very helpful
phone calls with Zarita, we were directed to Avian Veterinarian,
Peter Wilson in Currumbin. Within an hour we had dropped our boy
off at Peter’s and awaited to find out was to come of our
Yellow-tail.
Peter and Penny Wilson, were a god send. They were compassionate,
tactful, efficient, incredibly knowledgeable, highly skilled and
obviously Avian professionals. Peter spent a number of hours with
us, discussing Nowra’s injury, the initial treatment (or lack
of) he received from the first vet who as it turns out was not a
qualified Avian Vet, the options and quality of life Nowra would
have if he were to live without a tongue.
The next time we saw our Nowra, was to lay him to rest. Sadly,
we buried Nowra the following day, November 20th 2004.
It was through our ordeal that we discovered Zarita’s plans
for the Parrot Rescue Centre. Our experiences summed up exactly
what thousands of parrots and their owners go through all the time.
From the very beginning our own journey was tough, tasks such as
finding credible information, natural enrichment, food types and
qualified Avian vets were exhausting. Like many people, we entered
into a parrot-human relationship with the honest intention of providing
these creatures with a good quality of life. But, it was like walking
blindfolded.
We could not find information, resources, supplies or qualified
vets to help us until we met Zarita and the PRC. We saw and experienced
the huge gap and lack of Avian references for regular bird owners.
We also unfortunately discovered many horrific stories of mistreatment
of these intelligent sentient beings, largely as a result of this
lack of available knowledge and education.
In honour of our beautiful Yellow-tail Black Cockatoo, we offered
Nowra’s image as the face of the Parrot Rescue Centre. The
logo is an illustrated image taken from an original photo of Nowra
and his feathers.
My husband and I are avid believers in divine synchronicities.
I honestly believe that Nowra ultimately played an imperative role
in ensuring that we met Zarita to learn of her desire, dream, passion
and goals for the Parrot Rescue Centre. Over the months following
Nowra’s accident we developed a firm friendship and we soon
realised there was more to our paths crossing than meets the eye!
Grant and I have been developing On-line business and websites for
over ten years. My husband is a Business Development specialist
with extensive experience across many various markets within Australia
and Internationally. We don’t just build websites, we build
On-Line businesses!
So, there we were, a group of people all needing one another. We
required assistance with a Black cockatoo and Zarita required assistance
with establishing her Parrot Rescue Centre On-line business. And
it was Nowra who brought us all together.
We have a great deal of admiration and respect for what Zarita is
achieving with the PRC. Our own experiences have prompted us to
become acutely aware of the consequences of parrot ownership and
we wanted to assist in helping Zarita’s dream come to fruition
– for her, for the parrot owners, for the parrots and for
Nowra!
We offered to help build her on-line business by donating a dynamic
website with on-line shop and thus, www.parrotrescuecentre.com <http://www.parrotrescuecentre.com>
was born!
A gift from Nowra to every parrot and their owner!
My husband spent time with Zarita and together they forged a plan
for the on-line presence of the PRC. The website is a collaboration
of their skills and passion.
On one hand you have Zarita’s initiative, dream and passionate
foresight on creating an educational resource for parrot lovers,
a sanctuary for the parrots and a place to purchase good quality
avian supplies. On the other hand you have the results of Grants
fine business acumen, an outstanding web site and on-line shop that
he designed, built and created. And, I had a small part in the artwork
and flash department!!
Once the PRC website and shop were complete and fully functional,
we handed it over to Zarita who now maintains and manages her own
very successful on-line business.
I now realise that the more we think we know about these birds,
the less we really know.
Every new discovery simply opens up more questions about behaviour,
diet, habitat, mating, seasons, environment, hormones, enrichment,
intelligence…..the list is endless.
How can we ever hope to replace what we have taken from them!! The
right to fly free, the right to choose their own mates, the right
to eat, shower, scream, play when they want to – not when
we want them to!!!!
Looking back now, with the knowledge we now have, we realise the
mistakes we made with Nowra. However we also know how much we loved
him and gave him the best life we could have offered at that time,
with clear and honest intentions. We only hope that his image and
the PRC logo will inspire parrot owners all over the world to take
note, learn about their particular breed of bird and gather as much
information, resources, supplies and list of Avian vets as possible.
My husband and I continue to support Zarita and the Parrot Rescue
Centre. Through her efforts hopefully more and more parrots will
be spared from having to go through such horrific experiences as
a result of human error!
We are so privileged to have these animals in our lives, by supporting
the PRC you are ensuring that the generations after us will also
have that privilege.
My husband and I now live in an area where the Yellow-Tail Black
Cockatoo’s nest and breed. We are blessed to have the opportunity
to see them in the wild as they were meant to be. Just the other
day we saw a flock of eight fly over our house! Our ears are finely
tuned to the slightest audible sound of the Yellow-tail call. Our
hearts leap out of our chest every time we hear them. And no matter
what we happen to be doing, we will always run outside to hopefully
capture a glimpse of these magnificent creatures.

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