My name is Savannah, and I am an engineering student. That statement is probably one of the best descriptions I can give of myself and my life, which for most people, is a predominately mechanical chain of events. I study, I work, I date, I drink, I walk the line I'm supposed to walk and it bores the living daylights out of me sometimes, but we all need a day job right?
So last year, when it came the time to move away from home and to start university, I realized I needed to put some effort into finding a hobby. I struggled to find a place for myself within clubs and sports teams - I wanted to find somewhere to spend my time outside of studying and typical social activities that I would find meaningful and exciting. Most of the activities I joined just felt like another obligation, something else I needed to do before I could go home and say "Thank god THAT'S over with".
Somewhere along in my first year with all this studying and sad attempts at entertaining myself, my pet bichon frise who lived at home with mom died. This made me realize how much I missed having a companion. I started reminiscing about a pet I had lost long ago; a small blue budgie, a squawking, feisty, independent little bird. His name was Liberty, which I picked; for he was as free as they come.
My mother had bought Liberty for me as a birthday present when I was perhaps 11. At first the bird would not let me touch him at all, and would glare angrily out at me from his cage. So in front of his cage I sat, sometimes for hours, staring each other down. It was a great success that after a month or so I was able to have him step up onto my finger; at least, sometimes.
My mother eventually found a bird for my brother, who was kept in the other room, a beautiful calm bird named Apollo. At the time, we didn't want to put them together, but as soon as the two birds heard each other's voices, they were fixated on meeting. So we bought them a flight cage, and the two lived together for a while. Within a few weeks it became apparent that Liberty was picking on Apollo. He was never a nice bird, my mother did not understand what I saw in him.
One day after school, I came home and my Liberty was gone. My mother had replaced him with another blue budgie, almost the same markings, just a whole lot... nicer. But not Liberty.
I lost interest after that point, and my brother never really had invested too much time in birds. We were young and I was a bit heartbroken, and my mother eventually sold the birds. But I didn't forget about that stubborn little budgie; it was like peering into the soul of wilderness, it represented an essence of life that we as humans had lost sight of a long time ago.
I realized that maybe in birds lay the challenge I was searching for. A bird does not do because he has to, he does because he wants to. And therein lies the spontaneity and unpredictability that I miss so much, a fire we have as children that adulthood extinguishes all too soon.
I hoped to bring a little bit of Liberty back into my life, and to discover a new soul to bring into my home and share my life with. Enter Basil, a sweet little bird with a big heart, with an independent streak that my blue budgie would have been proud of.
Here's to growing old together Basil; lets see where freedom can take us.