I lost my bird. He passed today, I found him on the bottom of his cage, unresponsive. I've had Tyler Birden in my life for 12 years, but I'm not sure how old he was. He wasn't very friendly, he hated people touching him, and only really loved his mirrors. Snoop dogg too. He wasn't my best friend but he liked me as much as he liked humans. He was afraid of hands, so that impeded his relationships with most people. I loved the way he stretched his beak when he whistled, and sat on my shoulder content for hours, then would go back to his cage. He's under the roses now. I wish I knew how old he was. I'm not sure why that bothers me now, but it does a bit. Sweet bird. I miss him. I don't hear the random tapping sound of him headbutting his mirrors. It took Bro-Face several years, but he finally taught my birds to do an incredibly annoying parrot squack. Tyler would do it randomly, and it would scare the crap out of me. Soot (his surviving companion) only does it when he sees Bro-Face.
He was a particular bird, an odd bird, but a sweet pet. Well, we enjoyed each other, anyway. I hope he had a good life. I did what I could to provide that for him. He got birdie time, flying around the house. I played his favorite songs for him, like this one.
I miss him. I can see their cage from where I spend most of my time, the kitchen. I am watching Soot right now run around in the cage, poor guy.
|What is he doing?|
|BAHHH! Birdie eyeball of death!|
|Paparazzi! Go away!|
|Seriously? Go. Away.|
He was aloof, and not cuddly. Like a Siamese cat, or a bear. Did I mention how he loved Grape Nuts, and mirrors? I keep listening for him. All of these thoughts fly through my head at random intervals since I picked up his lifeless body from the bottom of his cage. I saw him there, and I just reacted. The second my hand wrapped around his beautiful plumage I knew that he was gone. Never, in the entire time I knew him did he ever let anyone ever pick him up. A couple of people tried, and they were very lucky he allowed them to keep their fingers. He was a generous boy.
I love you Tyler Birden, I miss you, and my life will never be the same without you. Green pastures and fair winds my love.