Bird do & Ricky

[Mongobizzaro]

When I was a few years old my neighbor saw a small blue budgie flying around. Of course this budgie escaped from his owner. So the neighbor caught the bird and asked my parents if they wanted it. My parents said yes. I bonded with this bird. He would sit on my finger or my shoulder or my arm. I was a baby at the time so don’t blame me for naming him "Bird do" he was my little buddy (yes it was a male) he never bit me or anything. Bird do was so sweet. But after a few years he died. RIP
Last year a young green budgie flew into the fire house. (Yeah, my dad is a firefighter) and so they but the stressed out bird in a box. Dad called me and told me about the budgie. I got down on my hands an knees and begged mom for us to go to the fire station and take the birdie home. After a wile my mom said yes. But in our way there, we picked up a bird cage and bird food. Once we arrived at the fire station mom opened the box and looked at the little budgie. She picked him up. Ricky (that’s what I named him) didn’t try to fly away or bite or anything. He just let mom pick him up. Mom took one look at him and said "This bird is stressed" we took Ricky home and put him in the cage and pit rodent bedding in the bottom. Ricky was really cold, tired, weak and stressed. Once we put him in the cage he snuggled right into the bedding and went to sleep. I felt bad for Ricky. But the next morning I got up to see an empty cage. I asked mom what had happened. She said Ricky was dead. She buried him in the back yard. RIP