Gullivair’s Travels

“One world is marked by a bland forgetfulness, where we do not permit ourselves an openness to the simple, graced beauty that is always with us. The other is marked by attentiveness, aliveness, love. This is the state of wonder, which is commonly treated as a passive phenomenon—a kind of visitation or feeling that overcomes us in the face of something wondrous. But the ground of the word, the old English wundrian, is very active, meaning “to be affected by one’s own astonishment.” (Mozart’s Starling, p 75)

I continue to be astonished by my little starling, Gulliver. I’m pronouncing it Gulli-vair, just in case he’s a she. 

I’m beginning to think Gullivair is going to be my pet, but I also found out we aren’t allowed to have them as pets in my state. I’m reading the book, Mozart’s Starling, written by an author in my state who raised one in order to help write her book, and that is how I found out they aren’t exactly legal, but they also don’t enforce it. They only want to discourage the import and / or release of starlings. 

It is an excellent book if you want to find out more about how they got here and how they have affected the continent since they arrived. There’s also a lot on the history of the starling in Europe, with Mozart and others. Since they’re native there, they don’t face the same level of despisedness. 

He is growing so fast, I will need to start figuring out next steps. Cage. Grown up food. Etc. 

He is still being hand-fed every 20 minutes during the day, which has left me no other choice except to take him on the road with us everywhere. He’s been to my mom’s house, a baseball game, my son’s house, and several places in between.

He enjoys hearing me practice the flute next to him. I’m hoping that as a song bird he will decide to learn one or two for himself. 

Here he is today. I am so glad he’s not bigger. He looks like a mini-velociraptor.