shanlung (shanlung) wrote,

Living life again after Riamfada


Here I am again back in front of my blog.

The first few weeks after I left Muscat had been tough as can be imagined. Even though I knew it from that first day, and prepared by insulating my heart as much as I could, and knew all the creatures went to good families, there still were some mental trauma as I got to terms.

In the last couple of weeks, I could read some of the stuff of Riamfada and Dommie without too much pain.

Folks had written to me such as Renate Eppich among others that made me felt I should write again.

That Ivan, my pyschic cat from Hongkong came back to us shortly after we touched down in Singapore. He remembered us once more. Even if he did not jumped onto my shoulder the way he did when I got back after Tinkerbell. Perhaps Ivan is older now. Still he gave me wonderful massages every night on my bed before I slept.

It was kind of strange that when you are engaged already in a position, you would often be approached with good offeres by other companies to join them. But when you are available, good offers never got to the point of signature on dotted line.

For all I know, the 'retirement' that I thought I was, is finally here. And perhaps beasties and birdies might remain longer with me.

But one never will know for sure if one is truly into the next chapter, and how long that chapter will be.

The Jabris had been in touch with me. Asseyah (I wrote of as Asia), the youngest daughter had written to let me know Riamfada had flown to her and presumably others such as her mum on recalls.

Mr Jabri wrote to me for the first time a week ago with a folder of Riamfada's photos. He explained he did not write earlier as he knew how much I love Riam and he had not wanted to cause me further pain.

He was right. I could take it a lot better now then in the first few weeks after I left her with the Jabris.

He wrote of how Riamfada is fully integrated with everyone in the family, and talking and whistling to them all. And how much all of them love Riamfada in turn.

I saw Riam out on the perches that I rigged for her on the final day I left her with the Jabri. I felt good seeing those photos and knowing without a doubt that Riamfada is and will remain happy with all of them, and will continue to fly.

More photos in folder Riamfada at the Jabri






I felt happiness in seeing the above photos.

So much so that I am even considering getting another birdie into my life in this chapter.

I do not think I be getting a hookbill. Neither will I be getting a shama as shama are just so shy that it will be unfair to them to take them outside.

I have been reading and looking at another local song bird. I am thinking of getting a Greenleaf bird, might be either a Greater Greenleaf (Chloropsis sonnerati )or a Gold Fronted Greenleaf bird (Chloropsis aurifrons). The greenleaf are normally kept in tiny cages as a songbird. You know I cannot do that. All birdie had and will have the run of the house, of course, after they graduate from the flight room.

In preparation for that, as well as for Ivan my cat, I did up a batch of Tinkerbell kitty and insectivore mash a couple of weeks ago. Instead of brazil nuts, I used groundnut, everything else about the same as what I did for kitties in Muscat and I wrote that a couple months ago (that was the precursor to Singapore).

Ivan is happily eating that kitty mash. His shit looks wonderfully healthy.

I will be getting that birdie later, after I get back from my travels.

My wife will not be joining me.

I bought a one way ticket to Phnom Penh touching down there on the 15 November. I will be going on to Siem Reap and Angkor Wat, and maybe into Vietnam as well.

I find it strange that finally I will be going to Cambodia after such a long time.

It was in Decemeber 1969, when I was 18 years old and I was travelling about in Eastern Thailand with another friend after taking my A levels. We thought of either crossing the border into Cambodia or going North into Chengmai. A coin was tossed. And fate had us going to Chengmai. That time, Chengmai was entirely within the old city walls and nothing but farmland and forest outside.

I thought I would go to Cambodia the next year.

We all knew in April 1970, Americans crossed over into Cambodia and with that, Cambodia entered the long nightmare and the killing fields destroying that old Cambodia the turn of the coin had denied me in that December 1969.

So folks, further updates will be from Cambodia.



If what I wrote help you and you like to help, give a thought
for the wildlife sharing our planet.
Do write that cheque to Gerald Durrell wildlife trust

I am a life member of Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust. Do join us to do
whatever we can for the wildlife that shared our planet.
or to any wildlife conservation body of your choice


For those that through no fault of their own, or otherwise, and had to part painfully and unwillingly from their beastie or birdies, whether in the past, or the present, or in the future, I dedicate the saga of Riamfada that I had wrote , and continue to write to that final handover , to you all.


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