Sometimes when inspiration won’t come and I feel like I am stagnant and uncreative I know I need a reboot. I go on an outing, I did this with my last trip to the zoo and getting out and about is a great way to fuel those creative fires.
An opportunity arose to visit a bird aviary on my recent trip to Canberra.
My husband wanted to see the War Memorial, art galleries all the usual stuff the Capital city has to offer. We agreed to see as much as we could in the three days, whilst the kids were at school camp.
The aviary went way beyond my expectations. They had many species of birds from all over the world. The time passed quickly. I sat captivated. Looking up to the tops of the aviary I did feel a little sad. The birds were not free but most of them had only known captivity and would not survive in the real world. The caretaker told me sometimes hawks and eagles tear the nets and grab the birds. When the netting is open he mentioned most of the birds come back because they know they get fed and feel safe.
I noticed the park also accepted birds that people no longer wanted. I overheard an elderly woman talking to her pet Lorikeet, saying goodbye. She told him he would meet some new friends in there. (broke my heart) She said she and her husband were not able to care for the bird anymore. At least he would have a good home. But I could not help noticing the sadness in her voice as she handed him over to the park owners. Me, yes, I felt her loss too.
I think I must have taken at least a hundred photo’s on that day. But as usual not all of them turn out well, but these are a few that I love.
My only disappointment, I could not find the bird I love to sketch. The blue wren. The gardener said they escape out of the holes in the nets (which they fix daily) and come and go as they please.
The good news I found some on my morning walk. They had made their home in the blackberry bushes, far away from my cats.
So my message to you.
Go for that outing for some extra inspiration. You may only need to step out into your own back yard.
Ending with a little story….Why do birds make me happy? I don’t know, I only know that I feel a connection to them. I remember a day when I was young and my cat had climbed up into a tree hunting a nest of poor newborn sparrows. I scolded her, grabbing a ladder I leaned it up against the old gum tree and climbed high to get her down. My father laughed at me and said that the cat was just doing what cats do and if I loved birds I should not own a cat. It was on that day when I came home from a trip to town. I found an empty nest and a cat with a full belly; I realised I had two conflicting passions. Such sadness I felt, that I could not save those birds. My conflicting passions still haunt me today. I think my father was right all those years ago.