Yesterday was the day that my friend Buddy, the Daddy parakeet decided it was time to part our world. He is the Dad to the two baby Parakeets that were born in the spring. They turned out to both be girls.
Buddy was found Sunday morning when they were being uncovered for the morning. He was in the bottom of the cage, feet wrapped around the bottom rungs of the cage like he sat there on purpose. He had no marks or any signs of something being wrong. Mom says, It was just his time to go and that age doesn’t matter. he was only about 4 years old, so he is definitely not the oldest bird in my family.
Yesterday was a melancholy day, and today has not been far above that. His leaving has made me ponder Life, Death, and the entire cycle. I guess that is a natural direction for one’s thoughts after they have lost such a special friend. Mom says I need to find the joy, because Buddy was always a joyous bird. His songs were happier and louder than the other birds’ and he was always fond of being right in Tiki’s face. He always wanted to be with the other birds. he never cared if he had alone time, or “his own space”. He seemed oblivious to Tiki’s annoyance at times when he had talked in her face for hours. He was just full of love and sang his love in every song. After learning the joy of hearing Parakeets’ songs, I do not ever want to live without parakeets around me. Buddy, Tiki, and Nikki were with me through some hard times in my life, as well as many, many wonderful times. I will always remember the day I picked him out from all the other birds in the cage. He was happy, flitting around being social, being Him. And I will always remember peaking into the nest box and seeing him help Tiki feed the baby birds. He would even bring food to Tiki while she was sitting in there with them. He was a good Dad, and a Good Bird. The Earth will surely miss his loving song.
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