OUR BIRDS
A few times a week we would let them out of their cages and allow them to fly around the living room. Of course we had to close all the curtains so they wouldn't run into the glass door or windows.
Sylvester always flew the highest and the fastest. He seemed more aggressive too so his nickname was Bossy Boy. We have a ceiling fan that he would always land on. Since it was so high, we always had to get a broom to get him down. Tweety, on the other hand, flew more slowly and was more gentle. She was easier to catch and also easier to hold in our hands. We nicknamed her Sweetie (Sweetie Tweety).
One day at work my husband found an injured baby bird. He called me up and asked me to drive out and pick up the little bird and care for it. He was so cute and little. We had a smaller cage that he slept in and fed him bread soaked in milk. He couldn't fly because of his injured leg and when we put him on the floor, he'd just hop away. Thus, we named him Hop Away. Unfortunately, he wasn't receiving the proper care and died within 2 days. We took him in the backyard with the kids and gave him a little burial and said a prayer. The birds were a lot of fun but seemed to get more aggressive and we weren't able to hold them much anymore. I decided to give them back to our neighbor, if she'd take them. She found a friend who wanted to take them. But poor lil' Sylvester passed away just recently, so Tweety went back to our neighbor. Even though we do not have the birds anymore, we have fond memories of them and nice pictures.
Here's a quaint meeting place! On my cowboy hat on top of the mirror of my dresser.
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