OOMAH THE OSTRICH [Karen - 2005]
I only wanted one thing for my 8th birthday. A dog. Instead, Dad got me an ostrich. An ostrich! How crazy. Why couldn’t I be like everybody else?
“How do you like your new pet, Aiden?” Dad asked at my party while leading the gigantic, brown, gangly bird into our family room on a leash. I didn’t want to hurt Dad’s feelings, so I just smiled. He had been doing some strange things since Mom moved out. But, I was so embarrassed. None of my friends had such a strange pet. I wanted to disappear. How could I ever love an ostrich?
“Boys and girls, parents, and especially Aiden, I introduce you to Oomah the Ostrich,” announced Dad while holding the ostrich’s leash. “I adopted this stunning bird for Aiden from an organization that places retired, fully-trained circus animals in the care of willing families. I think you’ll find that Oomah is quite remarkable and not so different from other pets.” Some of my friends looked scared, parents whispered to each other with what appeared to be curiosity and wonderment. Everybody seemed thrilled…except me.
Once my guests left, Dad led Oomah out to our fenced-in backyard. Her body was so wide that I wasn’t sure she would fit through our doors. A huge, soft silky feather fell to the floor in our kitchen. When Dad wasn’t looking, I put it in my box of treasures under my bed. Even though I had other feathers in there from a pillow fight, this one was the coolest.
“Welcome to the family, Oomah. Tomorrow morning, Aiden and I will take you for a walk in Golden Gate Park.” Oomah was actually taller than Dad. In fact, she was as tall as a basketball player. But then again, basketball players didn’t have wide bodies and tiny flat heads sitting on long, snake-like fuzzy necks.
While lying in bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about how tomorrow, the entire world would see how ridiculous I looked walking my giant bird.
The next morning, I had hope that I dreamt of the entire feathered fiasco. However, while peaking out of my bedroom window, Oomah stood staring at me from the middle of my backyard. Then, Oomah laid her flat, down-covered head onto the ground as if she knew I was watching. She looked so sad. Not only did Dad not get me a dog, he got me a depressed, gargantuan bird. Just what we needed…
“Put your sneakers on,” Dad said, “time to take Oomah for that walk.”
“Ostriches don’t know how to walk on leashes,” I said.
“This one does. Remember, the circus trained her. You’ll see how many amazing things she can do.”
Dad wasn’t wrong. Oomah walked with us as if she knew exactly where she was going. The long red leash wasn’t an issue.
Once we arrived in the park, Dad exclaimed, “Shoot, I forgot our bottled water! If you think you’re ok alone with Oomah, I’ll go buy some at the Turtle Pond cart. I’ll be right back.”
Oomah and I watched Dad walk away. I was more humiliated than scared. People were staring and laughing and pointing at us.
“Oomah, don’t move!” I urged. “We have to wait here for Dad.” I believe Oomah gave me a mischievous yet depressed look at that moment. I noticed that she had eyelashes.
All of a sudden, Oomah lurched forward and started running towards a heavily wooded area. I lost my grip on her red leash, and tripped on a root while trying to run after her. I never knew how fast ostriches could run.
My cheeks burned. Tears welled up in my eyes. My knee was bleeding. Worst of all, I lost Oomah! What would Dad say?
I hobbled through the woods trying to follow Oomah’s tracks. Through a clearing, I spotted a group of people doing yoga.
“Excuse me,” I cried, “but have any of you seen an ostrich on a leash?”
“As a matter of fact, we have,” replied the yogi. “We were doing Salutation to the Sun, and the ostrich actually performed the series of movements like a pro. I’ve never seen anything like it. What flexibility! Afterwards, the bird ran in the direction of the frisbee field.”
“My ostrich is a retired circus performer, and I have to catch her. Thanks!”
While limping toward the frisbee field, I realized that a dog would never have done yoga. But then again, who ever heard of ostriches doing yoga.
Shouts of “Yahoo! Hooray! Check it out!” beckoned me closer to the field. A crowd of people formed a circle, and in the middle, I saw Oomah. The entertained frisbee players were taking turns throwing frisbees from far and wide, and Oomah caught each one in her beak. She looked happy!
“That’s my ostrich!” I shouted with pride, “please help me catch her!” The crowd looked at me with disbelief. Worse, I startled Oomah, and she ran away from me once again.
People stood mesmerized, applauding Oomah. I could not get through the crowd quickly enough, and once again my feathered pet had gotten a head start worthy of an Olympic medal. After all, Oomah’s legs were practically taller than me.
“Oomah! Stay! Stay, girl!” I screamed.
“The kid thinks the bird is a dog,” someone blurted.
I wish, I thought.
Speaking of dogs, I realized that my quest for Oomah had now taken us to the fenced-in area where dogs were allowed to run free without their leashes. Once again, my ostrich was center stage, to the dismay of the shocked dog owners. A tiny dog chased after and yelped at my giant bird, and Oomah appeared to play along. Once again, people in the park looked amused. Oomah made people smile and laugh in disbelief. Even though the dogs ran free, Oomah still had her leash on. Finally, the little dog caught Oomah’s leash in its mouth. The little dog’s owner then sprinted toward his pet and grabbed Oomah’s leash.
“Please don’t let go!” I screamed, “I’ve been chasing after my pet throughout the park!
“Will the ostrich hurt me or my dog?” asked the dog owner.
“No. She loves people, just like dogs do,” I surprised myself by saying.
I then remembered Oomah’s sad eyes staring up at me while she was alone in the center of my backyard this morning. She also seemed distraught when I tried to restrain her when Dad went to get water. In fact, every time I tried to catch my ostrich, I found her in front of a crowd, and her demeanor was far from sad.
While I gazed at the playful, yelping dogs and then regarded my ostrich, I realized that I had the best, weirdest, and most fun pet of all. Now, I figured out how to keep her happy. As a retired circus animal, Oomah had been raised to perform. Letting her do what she loved to do not only made her vivacious, it made me more confident about being different. I decided that every weekend, I would allow Oomah to perform in Golden Gate Park. I could not wait to find Dad, tell him my plan, and make lots of new friends in Golden Gate Park.