Joyanna Adams

LOVE: Have YOU Figured it out yet?

Nobody Wonders

Love.

Ever since Romeo and Juliet, Anthony and Cleopatra, Elizabeth and Richard, Johnny Cash and June Carter-King Charles and Camilla,- we are fascinated with the subject. Nobody to this day can figure it out. For instance…Jeff Bezos just married a clear bonifide gold digger, who has been climbing the latter of millionaires until she got to the top prize…none of us can figure this out. WHAT? Boobs? Is that what it all comes down to Jeff? Boobs?

Okay. Boobs to Jeff is love I guess. So what goes on here? Love...everybody loves differently.

But…there really is something to this “love” thing. I know, I know, the world now evolves around porn, broken marriages, so many divorces there are now more single moms raising kids, than married couples, and too many teenage girls commiting suicide because of WOKE and the images that they simply cannot live up to. When it comes to love, the world is a mess.

So, I want to talk about something I have observed: Love. Love…the mystery of it, and what I learned from watching my…uh…parakeets. I know…there IS a point…wait for it.

This is the story of two parakeet couples: Sugar and Corona: Cassie and Wicky.

(Wicky and Cassie…Wicky is on the left.)

Let’s start with Corona and Sugar. I bought these two at my local Pet Smart. I’ve had parakeets all my life simply because I am alone, all the time, and their singing brings me …joy. I don’t have time to train them, but boy, they are right next to my bed and I do watch them. So, let’s start with Corona. A yellow male, beautiful…with a slight crown on his head. He was magnificant. And he knew it. He acted like it. As soon as he woke up, he hopped on Sugar, the sweetest yellow female I have ever had, (thus her name Sugar) And after the morning sex, the day for Corona was all about him. Eating, hopping around the cage, singing, and just being a showman. Sugar on the other hand, hardly EVER moved from one spot. She was his. Completely, her little heart and soul bound to her lover. She hardly ever moved from one spot. Sugar lived to love Corona. (Who got his name because we got him during the Eclipse)

Then there was Cassie and Wicky. Yeah…Wicky. Cassie was already in the huge cage, and when I bought Wicky home, she was sitting on a table in a very heavy black steel cage NEXT to the big white cage where I had four other birds. One look at Cassie and she wanted OUT. It was clear. She wanted into the big cage. But, I remember being tired and thought I’d put her in the big cage the next morning.

The next morning, I looked to find Wicky…and OMG! She was GONE! I can’t tell you the panic I had, because these cages, are made so that NO bird can escape them. And then, I looked, and there was Wicky. OMG…Sitting next to Cassie. She wanted to get to him…and how did she do it? Let me tell I was upset about this for a whole day. The ONLY way she could have gotten to her love Cassie was to lift the heavy door on the cage she was in, fly over to the bigger cage, and lift THAT door. That would be like Hercules lifting the gates of hell, but that was the ONLY explanation. Although It did enter my mind that we had a ghost.(LOL)

So, Wicky found her man. For the first few months, Wicky was everywhere. She wanted out. And she escape many times, flying around room, exploring…she did it so much, escaped by lifting the doors so much, I finally would open the door to the cage and she would fly right in. Wicky…just wanted to explore. (Remember, we had DOGS.) Then I noticed one day, Cassie mounting her…his one wing, gently stretched as he put his seed into her…it was one of most tender and beautiful things I had ever witnessed. It was love. He was gentle. Sweet, and poor Wicky. She started laying eggs. DOZENS of eggs…she laid so many eggs I couldn’t keep up with them. I threw them away, and felt bad about it, but …well, anyway, this went on for about 2 years. The poor girl was exhausted. But then it just stopped. She had no more eggs. She still sat on her makeshift nest which was a mirror. And I noticed, she had changed. She became more like Sugar, who NEVER laid an egg. But Cassie….he was the most doting husband and mate I have ever seen. He feeds her all day. He protects her. He is always by her side. I wondered where her spunk went to, but…she seems content to just live now.

NOW, let’s get to the part where love comes in.

We got a new dog, abused. The people had locked it outside all day, on a chain, in the coldest of winter. And one day, coming home from the hospital, I saw that my Sugar had been eaten…by Luna, our new dog. Sugar somehow got down to the bottom of the cage and the dog managed to put a tooth or a sharp paw into her. I’m not blaming the dog. She had been abused. She is ALWAYS hungry. She will eat anything. Bugs…crumbs, plastic caps, anything.

So, sad day, my sweet, sweet Sugar. But Corona, for at least a month didn’t seen to even notice she was gone. Then one night…it started. Corona would cry. The whole night long..sorrowful, painful cries of loneliness. At first I thought maybe he had a cold. This went on for WEEKS.

But then one morning…there he was:

Dead…on the bottom of the cage. You cannot tell me that Corona did not die of a broken heart. His baby, the sweetest bird in the world, did not come back.

They say this happens in people. When a man or woman loses the love of their life, their will to live is not as strong, and they pass away soon after.

My question is…the man who takes his love for granted, then one day he wakes up and realizes…she’s gone. He took her love for granted. And the pain is unbearble. For some, in even humans, too much to bear. Other animals do this too.

Wolves mate for life. Many animals mourn their partner’s death.

Will Cassie be the same? Well, I bet Cassie will die before Wicky. My gut tells me this. Wicky is force of nature, mother nature. She was born that way.

What I’m trying to say is that we are ALL different when it comes to love. Some of us don’t recognize it, some of us love less deeply than others. Sugar loved deeply. Cassie too. Corona? He was so busy being his alpha male self, when Sugar died, he didn’t want to believe it. But, he was lost without Sugar.

Wicky? I don’t know about Wicky. It remains to be seen…because I’m not getting any more birds.

I suffer so when my birds die. They are my joy, as people suffer when their dogs die. My heart has had enough of loss in my life. I want more love, not less. And think this want is universal.

So what about love? Is the loss of love too painful that one is afraid to love? Many think so.

All I know is, if you love someone, let them know. Or else you will end up like Corona.

Crying in the night…

Love. Only God can make a parakeet love. And Only God can answer why people fall in love, because I don’t know. It think it’s just bascally mother nature. You can’t reason it at all.

Is it boobs? LOL.

Or just a yearing of just something you cannot put your finger on. You just don’t know why. They could be the worst person in the world for you, and yet, there you go. Mother nature just takes over.

It makes NO sense. So why fight it? You might get burned, or not. Just don’t die. Romeo and Juliet doesn’t need to be repeated. But…here are two guys who took a stab at it…humans do try…they just do, even Alpha men need love…and who knew?

Without love..the whole planet would be a much sadder place.

July 8, 2025 - Posted by Joyanna Adams | Uncategorized