"Lola"
1965 ----- October 7 1999
Scarlet Macaw
Lola’s Story
1965-1999
Lola was purchased by Omar at a bird show in 1982.
She was then 17 years old.
The man that sold her had a bird shop
and one night while Lola was there
the store was broken into and birds were stolen.
Around Lola's cage was blood but not hers.
Needless to say they tried taking her but she
was a wildfire in her younger days.
When Omar bought her she said "Ola"
and reached down and tore
into his arm.
He had never been bitten so hard.
His excitement about buying her slowly
diminished
but it was love at first bite for both of them.
Lola’s passion was for Omar
and she began hating everyone but him.
She was very protective of him.
Eventually she was convinced that Omar was not in fact her mate
and she settled down with Bo (her mate).
She mothered approximately 20 babies.
Thus she played a major part in establishing
Omar's Exotic Birds.
Lola and her babies helped
Omar's through the rough times helping to provide
the financial opportunity to get ahead and thrive.
Omar could always handle Lola
even while on eggs or babies--
this is very unusual with a scarlet macaw.
She was retired from breeding in 1992 and
lived the remainder of her life with Omar.
She became the mascot at his store in Placentia California;
everyone there knew and loved her.
Lola succumbed to kidney problems on October 7 1999.
She will be greatly
missed by all who knew her.
Lola you will live on in our hearts and memories; this is for you.
"DIRGE WITHOUT MUSIC" - by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I am not resigned to the shutting
away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is and so it will be for so it has been time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go
the wise and the lovely.
Crowned with lilies and with laurel they go:
but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt of what you knew,
A formula a phrase remains - but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen
the honest look the laughter the love,-
They are gone.
They are gone to feed the roses.
Elegant and curled
Is the blossom.
Fragrant is the blossom. I know.
But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes
than all the roses in the world.
Down down down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go the beautiful the tender the kind;
Quietly they go the intelligent the witty the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
Omars
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