For as long as I can remember my father’s biggest passion is his aviary in the back yard. It has been there all my life, for as long as I can remember he used to keep parrots, and doves, finches … There was always a whole range of colorful birds in there. I never particularly liked that aviary, because somehow I used to think caged birds were unhappy creatures. But lately I have altered that opinion slightly because I have come to understand the birds in there were born in captivity. They were bred to live in aviaries and they could never survive in the wild. Kind of like the animals and he birds in a zoo really. They seem happy enough, the aviary is spacious enough for them to spread their wings and fly. They mate and nest and raise their little ones and my father sees to their every need. It’s his pride and joy and he loves to spend time in there.
And so last Sunday when we were at my parents house I followed my father in there with my camera to take some pictures of his bird collection. I thought they would make a nice Ruby Tuesday post.
Mary is a little bit under the weather today, I hope she feels better soon!