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Walnuts and carrots


I miss my bird friend.

  • Walnuts and carrots make me sad (her favorite foods)
  • When I see a cardboard tube or a sturdy cardboard box, I want to give them to her to chew into shreds
  • When  I have cut veggie leftovers, an apple core, or a heel of bread, I want to put them in her dishes and hear that excited call
  • I want to fill her water dish with fresh water and watch her cram her entire body in and bathe, one more time
  • I want to hear her say “Baby Bird” and “Oooohhhh” one more time
  • I want to feel her pokey feet and her soft feathers, and kiss her warm soft head, one more time
  • I want to hear her laughter, once more time
  • I even want her to fly around and chew on the kitchen cupboards, just once more

Poor thing. She went so quickly and took a piece of me with her.

My favorite post about Caesar.

Two birds



My sweet Alexandrine Parakeet Caesar died tonight after a sudden illness. She was a beautiful parrot, often a pain in the ass, but I loved her so much these past 8 years.

She suddenly showed signs of extreme illness yesterday afternoon. Today, the vet found nothing wrong except for extreme anemia of an unknown origin. She was given fluids along with iron and B vitamins, and put on oxygen all day long.

This evening, I was driving to pick her up to bring her home for the night. Suddenly, on the side of the road I saw a struggling animal. It was a mallard duck who had just been hit by a car. He was upside down and his feet were waiving frantically as he struggled. I quickly turned around, thinking, “I’m driving straight to the vet anyway—a vet that often takes care of injured wildlife – and I will be there in 5 minutes.” I arrived, and immediately at my shoulder, was a small, gentle man who told me his name was Chico. He too, had come to help the bird, after seeing somebody hit it and then drive off. He said he lived nearby and that basically people suck because they treat animals like they are disposable—and that is why he and his wife have 10 dogs. As we bent over the bird, we quickly realized that he was already gone, his neck laid open with a deep gash. We talked for a little while. I thanked him and said there was hope if people like us would stop to help this bird. He wondered what to do. I said I could take the body on with me, but then he decided, no, he would bury it in his yard. I gave him the towel I had brought for Caesar, and he walked off with the body of that once graceful bird.

Late Night Snack

Late Night Snack

I arrived at the vet a few minutes later, thinking about Chico and that duck. I washed my hands of potential blood and germs, as I wouldn’t want to pass anything on to my already very sick bird. They told me Caesar had begun hiding in the back of the cage, burying her head, and she would crawl back there with all the strength she had left. I could tell from what the vet tech did say and didn’t say, that she thought she was dying. And I knew, because the vet, who I’ve known for years, had let me take her home—not insisting she stay on oxygen overnight. He said she hadn’t moved all day. I brought her home, set up her cat carrier with a warm bean bag and turned the space heater on in the bathroom again. I tried to bring her out to say goodbye, but she struggled, and went immediately back to the corner.

Then I went to the studio for a few hours. She died while I was driving home, shortly after my husband had last checked on her. I hope so much that she felt immediately free, that there is somewhere she can fly with other birds and scream and call to her heart’s content. I failed her badly in so many ways—I hope too, that she can forgive me.

Two birds, two deaths, one day. A reason to grieve, and a reason to hope.

Now I know why the parrot was so quiet


I’ve been dealing with a sick parrot today. When I went to get her out of her cage, she was just laying there on the bottom. She’s been sitting down there a lot, ever since laying her first eggs a month or so ago. Today, though, she didn’t get up, and it became immediately clear that something is wrong with her legs—they are mostly paralyzed and one of them developed a swelling as the day went on. 

I”m so worried about her. I don’t know if she’s egg bound or if something else is going on. But now I know why she was so unnaturally quiet earlier this week—she wasn’t feeling good! Poor thing. So I’ve been towelling her and cradling her a lot, and then also letting her sleep in a small cat carrier lined with blankets and heated with one of those bean neck thingies (we don’t have a hot water bottle or heating pad, later, I’ll need to heat that up for her again). Apparently, it’s very important to keep her warm as it takes so much energy to maintain body temperature. I had to move her into the carrier because even though I put cardboard and towels down for her on the bottom of her cage, she kept crawling off them and I found her laying there, both feet just dangling through the cage floor. At least now I can keep her upstairs in the bathroom and check on her frequently. Weird thing is, she seems fairly alert, and took food out of a dropper that I offered her a few different times. She even nibbled a bit of walnut, one of her favorite foods.

My vet wasn’t in today (the one that is good with birds), but we have an appointment for early tomorrow morning, so hopefully she’ll hold on until then.