In Memory of
Samba, My Mitred Conure
by Joni Blank-Malukas
July 10, 2007
Samba, my Mitred Conure, passed over “The Rainbow Bridge” quite suddenly on Wednesday, June 6, 2007. She was the oldest of my three birds. Samba would have been just 16 years old in July. She is survived by Cha-Cha, a Citron Cockatoo, and Tango, a Blue Crown Conure.
In comparison to the other two birds, she was my “toughie,” but also very sweet, affectionate, and special in her own way. Samba had gotten me through some rough times when there were only the two of us, just her and me.
She was my very special bird in her own right. The poem below I wrote about her around 2 years ago after watching and playing with her one day.
Samba - My Tyrannosauraus Rex
There is no doubt of the direction,
When it comes to reptiles to birds,
There is a connection.
To see my Conure, Samba, walk then stalk,
To a tyrannosaurus rex,
She is not a hex.
With her long tail like the monster,
She can assume quite a posture.
Now she can be quite a "toughie."
But she also cuddles like a puppy.
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