This is her story as told by Babs and her previous owner.
Hello, my name is Babs. I am an African Grey. My first memory was living with a Spanish lady in Riyadh, Arabia. I had a friend with me, a really big white Cockatoo.
One day there was a lot of commotion, people running around, then there was silence. It was quiet for a long time. Breakfast time came but no food came. Where was everyone? Some men came in later and put our cages outside the Villa. It was pretty hot out there and still no food. A lady came along, looked at us and started telling those men off in a loud voice. She put us in a car and we went on a journey. I liked the house. It had a big outside aviary with little birds with plenty of food and a bath pool which felt good. We were very happy there and treated very well.Â
One day, my friend the Cockatoo left. I heard them say he went to live with a veterinarian who lived on a dairy farm. The Cockatoo had a good life for a few years.
Suddenly, things started getting very noisy. Loud explosions and airplanes were flying overhead. I was then moved indoors and kept in a small cage. I shared the room with two cats.Â The veterinarian came back to see me. He put a ring on my leg and a chip inside of me. This to me was not pleasant. I was in the car again. This time, the cage I was in had wire all over the inside, so I could hold on for the journey. My owners came and told me theyâ€™d see me in London and left. I was in a large warehouse and then a worker came in to put me in a corner behind some boxes. Why? I did not know. I stayed in the corner for a day or so. I heard the voice of the veterinarian. He was very angry. He picked up my cage, cleaned it out and gave me food. He took me to the airplane and handed me over to be boarded. When I arrived in London, one of my owners had been waiting for me to arrive.
I understand the worker in Riyadh had hidden me to sell me to a pet shop later. He did not count on my owners to keep track of me. I went from London to Miami. There I was kept in quarantine for a long time. Finally, I was released to my owners. They have been very good to me, but they work overseas and there is no one to care for me while they were gone. My owner looked around for a long time, to get me a good home while hiring sitters while they were away. This is how I ended up living here at M.A.R.S.. Melbourne Avian Rescue Sanctuary.
Look for further updates on Babs in the very near future. Her amazing story will continue…………