Pretty settled into her new surroundings quickly. Birds love the calcified remains of this sea creature found in abundance on Australian beaches! Our twice a year trip to the seaside on holidays would henceforth include a daily hunt for cuttlefish on the beaches. A quick trip to a pet shop produced seeds and cuttlefish which Pretty began to destroy immediately. The galah rocked back and forth on her wooden perch and surveyed Eric with black beady eyes. Having closely observed the wounds on the salesman’s hands Eric rushed to buy a cage, into which the salesman thankfully deposited the bird.
The salesman, whose motivation in rescuing the bird was pure, had bite marks all over his hands as a reward for his concern and was anxious to get this ungrateful bird out of his life, but conscience would not permit him to leave it by the roadside to fend for itself. A travelling salesman had picked it up on the roadway on his dusty trip from the capital city Brisbane to Eric’s motor supplies shop in Gympie, and not knowing what to do with the bird he’d offered it for adoption. None of us knew the circumstances under which this bird was injured. Pretty was a young bird and was not at all concerned at being caged.
To us children this multi-coloured bird was a thing of beauty and by common consent it was agreed we should call our new pet “Pretty.” Not long after Joe the sulphur-crested Cockatoo (see one of my early blogs) joined our family in the 1940’s my Father Eric came home one evening with a cage containing an injured Galah parrot.
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