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Tinkerbell Legacy - Living with a flying parrot

Holland/Denmark //No cage for Riamfada // Katie


More photos in flickr folder 'Amsterdam/Copenhagen '

We landed in Amsterdam on 8th July. This is one of my favourite city. After we checked in, we hurried out to enjoy all that we can.

Everywhere were decorated with orange, the color of their soccer team.



Such as the raw herring that we both enjoyed.



And just walking around their canal sides.



Folks there still remembered me from a year ago when we were there. They were sad to have missed me in Dec last year when I went there with my son.

I played. I won, and I lost. Winning or losing hardly mattered.



And enjoying wonderful pork dishes which you cannot get in Muslim countries.

Real Siew Mai made from pork and fatty pork and BBQ ribs. I missed them so very much.




The days passed so quickly. We bought orange T shirt to support Holland notwithstanding what Paul that octopus said, and I hope for a win for Holland.


On the day of the final, huge screens were erected on Museumplein where we went to watch with maybe a hundred thousand others. To find Paul had truly spoken and Spain won. After which lots of recipes got posted and which required a succulent octopus preferbly named Paul.

But not matter what, Holland came in 2nd place, a place so many countries would love to be in. And the Holland team came home on the 13 July to be paraded and applauded by their fans. In a country with so many canals, instead of being paraded on top of a bus, they use a canal boat.

We waited by the banks with their fans. To cheer and applaud the Netherland team.



On the 13 July evening, we went off to the train station evening to go to Copenhagen. I looked forward to our trip there on the sleeper cabin on the train where we could relax and sleep and wake up in Copenhagen the next morning. To find the train was cancelled. And we had to take train to another town, to be put on buses, and then switched to train again, and be put on buses, and then to train. It was not the wonderful sleeper coach experience I had many times before.

But we got into Copenhagen the next day.

The rest of the time in Copenhagen was spend in more going to parks, and gardens and feeding of ducks and geese and swans. The Little Mermaid was an Ambassador in Shanghai in the World Expo. Tivoli was as magical as when I first went there 15 years back that I could never describe adequately. We were there for all the evenings in Copenhagen until the last evening when we returned by sleeper train to Amsterdam.






We enjoyed Amsterdam for a few more days. On this visit, we did not do what were rituals to me. We did not go to Van Gogh museum or see that Night Watch, something that I have done in the dozen odd visits to Amsterdam in the past.


No cage for Riamfada

We flew back into Muscat late evening on 23 July.

The next day, I could not get through that entire day to my car rental to have my SUV returned to me. My wife got her small car from her driving instructor.

So on 24 July, she drove us to Jabry's house. I wanted to get Riamfada back. Even if the small car could not transport Riam's cage back. That cage had the door wedged open and served only as a place to put the mash bowl.

I assured Jabri I need not have the cage at all. I need not the fuss of carrying that cage, or that bar stand, back and forth and left them with the Jabri.

Still, it felt strange not to have a cage. I got over it within a minute of coming back with Riamfada. To do the things we were used to doing again.

I got my SUV back on the 25th July. By which time I knew we all were doing fine without the cage which was left with the Jabri.



We had to start the process with the cats who were to go to my wife driving instructor Omer staying at village Harban.

He lived in a small place and not practical to keep the kitties at home. After all, being used to living the way they did, with doing the toilet and playing outside, I felt that should remain that way especially as Omer never kept cats before.

We had to get the cats used to Omer's place.

So on the 26 July, all of us went over there with the cats in 2 cat carrier.

The cats were released in Omer little compound, surrounded with a wall of 1.7 meters or 5 feet high. The cats came out, and after prowling about a bit, jumped on the walls. Dommie stayed around with me and Joy. Katie went a bit further. I went out in search of Katie and she was down the lane. She wandered off into the next house compound. I let that be and went back to Omer and Dommie still there. Dommie went into Omer house and was idolised by Omer's wife and extended family.

I then went with Riamfada to look for Katie to call her back.

You have seen how Katie joined us for almost daily neigbourhood walks and picnics with little problems.

On that day, I called and called for her.

I spend about 2 hours searching and calling Katie but she did not appear. Dommie remained nicely at Omer, periodically going to the compound to eat and drink from the familiar bowls, jumping up the walls, going up to the roof and getting back to us.

It was getting dark and Dommie was placed back in the carrier and we went home without Katie.

I was not too worried yet. I knew I be back the next day to look for Katie.

Summer is hot here. It was late afternoon when it was cooler that my wife, Riam and me went back to Harban to call for Katie.

We walked all over the village Harban calling and calling Katie. The villagers were nice. One of them smiled when I told him I was looking for Katie, turned around and pointed to a litter of kittens and told me to have one or even two of them. I smiled back and told him it was Katie that I wanted.

It was dark and I called off the search.

If Katie was lost, I rather Katie was lost with me around to look for her.

The next day, we were back in village Harban again with photos of Katie. We walked and called , walked and called. Folks that spoke to us yesterday saw photos of Katie and told us she was not seen.

Village Harban stood alone in midst of wild desert land and Katie might have wandered off to the next hamlet far away or the vast army camp nearby.

I was sorry it ended this way. My search for Katie also let Omer and the villagers there see how it was like. And perhaps help in their appreciation of Dommie in future.

On the 31st July Sat, we all went to Omer house again with Dommie. The first time, Dommie stayed around. This time, Dommie jumped over the back wall into the neighbour's compound. I was worried and went to get him. Dom then jumped over another wall into the lane and played hide and seek with me. Half hour later, Dommie came back and into the house.

I let it be and went to walk with Riam in yet another attempt to look for Katie. The entire village knew of us now either by sight or hearing my voice ' Katie Katie Katie, come come come'. They seen her photos, and sadly shook their heads.

After dinner with Omer, the four of us went back home.

You all know I love Katie and wanted a good life for her. She was always a bit aloof , even with me. I feel sad. But not a deep sorrow. It was Dommie that truly came into our hearts.

I knew we would part, but not part this way.

You also know that I have written now and then that Katie is flakey and a bit wild.
I hope she would find a home and be loved and looked after by a good family.


I knew we were here in Oman on borrowed time since the end of last year. Ever since early this year, I expected I have to leave Oman and all my creatures here. If you have not known about all that and wondered why I cannot take Riamfada with me, please read the following.

Riamfada foraging // 3 days 2 nights at Wadi Bani Awf and ending of this chapter

Closing this chapter//Buwah off Harban with Dommie// Beautiful Wadi Qurai

Dedication // Raining curses on Katie at Al Felaij Dam // Riam in cage at Jabri

Mystic octopus // Snake Tshirt and more hide&seek recalls //Countdown to chapter end

It is painful enough for me as it is. So please read or re-read above before you write to me wondering why I have to leave them. Please do not make it even more painful for me to reply and tell you things I have said above because you had not read that.



Important old letters on harness
Harness for flighted parrots – To Nick and folks

August, 2005.

‘ cargo cult'

'Ramadan & Kitties on beach// Chess -1st Saturday IM Tournament // Tinkerbell Harness for Piper '

Making of Tinkerbell Mash
Morning with Harry & the decision// Sultan of Oman Palace// Tinkerbell Mash Batch 7


If you like the photos here, they are all taken by my wife and uploaded on my behalf by her.

She has her own sets of photos in her Flickr account here



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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