Thursday, July 19, 2007
My Bird ( a real one!...)
This is my bird, a much beloved cockatiel. She’s about twelve and a half years old now. (I know for certain it’s a girl because she has laid an impressive number of eggs for the first nine years of her life.)
I remember when we bought her at the pet store, she was the only cockatiel in an aquarium of lovebirds and the lady who sold her to us kissed her on the back before putting her in the little cardboard box for transportation. She is very kissable indeed, to this very day. Her back, especially, is very soft and fluffy, her head also…
She’s never been in a cage her whole life, except at night, and never had her wings clipped. She’s free to fly wherever she wants in our house. You can go about your business for hours, with her stuck to your shoulder.
She is a very good bird, very tame, very spoiled, fairly quiet. She’s a bit grumpy now, in her old age. She likes to be scratched but might bite a clumsy finger, which didn’t do the job quite as she likes it. She likes chocolate, pasta, chicken, pistachios, porridge, chocolate!
She’s like another child in our family, the adopted child of a bird, a real person in our house. She’s a huge part of our heart.