Mithril and Me by Laurel A. Rockefeller

A Love Story

The special bond between human and bird

Mithril and me

Mithril and Me is the true story of the special bond that forms between human and bird. Beginning with her first bird, a budgerigar (parakeet) named Luke and across the decades since, Laurel A. Rockefeller takes you on a special journey as only she can, learning and growing as a person along the way and loving each bird that comes into her life. Heartfelt, affectionate, and honest, “Mithril and Me” will warm your heart, make you cry, and inspire you along the way.

Filled with personal photos from forty years of life with birds. Perfect for the animal lover in your life.

Genre: JUVENILE NONFICTION / Animals / Birds

Secondary Genre: JUVENILE NONFICTION / Girls & Women

Language: English

Keywords: cockatiels, cockatoos, memoirs, biography, pet birds, budgerigars, young adult

Word Count: 26777

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Sample text:

Arwen was different from Mithril in other ways too. When Mithril was a baby, flying was instinctive, but difficult for her to master, especially navigation and landing. Climbing came easy, despite the lack of a proper sleeping cage at that age.  Arwen was the opposite.  For Arwen, flying came easily.  But this whole beak to foot coordination thing?  What sort of bird needs to climb instead of fly everywhere?

Despite her crest, zygodactyl feet, and parrot beak, Arwen did not quite process that she could, let alone how to, climb like a parrot.  Need to get to that perch three inches away?  FLY to it. Flying is what birds do, right?

2014 was therefore a very strange year watching these polar opposite cockatiels interact.  Mithril wouldn’t fly unless there was no other way to get where she wanted. She was a climber and expert at getting mommy to carry her places. Mommy’s darling Velcro-bird offering kisses and head rubs and always there if someone or something made mommy cry.  

By contrast, Arwen didn’t want to be held or touched or interact with mommy except where food was involved. Even then, she refused to take food from my hand. She flew everywhere, even when to every other living being it would have been much easier to walk or climb. Climbing was too hard for Arwen in her first year of life and she absolutely wanted nothing to do with it. Now foraging on the floor or on my bed – that she could and would gladly do!


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Portuguese
Already translated. Translated by Iolanda Cândido
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