It was a week ago today, we where walking
through the park on our way to school.
There is a group of swamp hens here
at the lake that run up to us every morning
looking for something to eat.
My kids love the baby ones as they are so
cute and ran funny with their larger than life
feet.
Anyways, on that day, we took little notice
of a Crow in distance that was loitering
around in the ground, that is until we got a
little closer. Kara said, hey dad, that Crow
is fighting a Toad. Still we didn't real pay
any attention as the baby swamp hens
continued to follow in toe. Anyways, kids
being kids run up to see that the Crow was
doing, and low and behold, it was trying to
kill a cute little baby Rainbow Lorikeet.
The poor little thing could hardly walk it was
so young. We chased off the bean old
crow and save the dear little bird.
Being so young, it had no fear of humans
and seemed welcome to see us over the crow.
We looked around for it's parents.
We've never seen Rainbow Lorikeet around
this aera before either. Should we leave it here
and see if it's parents returned. I looked up at
the near by trees to see if there was a nest in
any off them. The trees near by where pretty
small and easy to examine. Nothing.
The kids wanted to take it to school, but we
ended up deciding that I would bring it back
home and try to feed it and the kids would
continue on to school by themselves.
Once we got home (the bird an I that is), I put
out some budgie seed and see if I could get it
to eat something. It didn't touch it.
So I jumped on the good old Internet and did
some research. Hmm, they eat fruit. I cut up
a bit of an apple and tried giving him that. He
licked at it. Licked some more. And again.
But he wouldn't eat any. He was so young,
that he didn't know how to chew yet. Anyways,
I mashed it up for him and he slowly licked it
all up.
Anyways, I'll finish this later, it's a story I want
to share.
But today I had to go to the doctors. So I
placed Alex in the Avery with a fresh bowl of
mashed up Fruit and left from my appointment.
The Docs like only a 2 min walk, but the wind
start to pick up and it started to rain. Had to
wait a hour for a 2min chat about a blood test
I had the week before. He tells me there is
nothing wrong with my blood and charges me
another $55. I get home and start to get ready
for work. Make some lunch, watch the news.
There's a big deal about our PM taking the
micky out of big W. Bush. Hmm, still feel a
little hungry. Decide to make a second
toasted sandwich. I know that by the time its
really, I will not feel hungry, be decide to make
it any ways. It's then that remember that I
better feed Alex too. I grab the buckets of
scrap to put in the compose and head out side.
Hmm, it's a bit cold and still a little windy.
I dump the scraps and then check on the Avery.
Shit, where's little Alex? He normally sits on
the perch closest to the door. Stressed a little,
search the rest of the cage. I couldn't see him
any where. Is he inside the budgies house?
I open up the Avery to have a look, then on the
far side in the corner, poor little Alex is half
lying/half sitting in the grass not moving. His
heads bent back in a uneasy way. Shit, what's
wrong with him is all I can think.I climb through
to get to him and reach down to pick him up.
Oh crap, the poor little guys is cold to touch.
Shit, Shit is all I can think. I hold him close to
warm him up, and pat his little head to comfort
him. He blinks. Yes, he's still alive I think. But
his body's is all out of place. He's not fluff any
more. I could feel that there wasn't much life
left in him. He was going to die. I quickly run
inside. I could now feel him breathing and his
little heart beating. Shit, it wasn't breathing, it
was racing, way to fast. I rang up work at told
them I wasn't coming in. Was about to look up
the vets number when Alex jumps to life, well
that's what I thought. I was so happy and
relieved. My relief didn't last long, it was his
last breath of air, then every mussel in his poor
little body just went taunt.
The little guy looks up at me, with those sweet
little eyes and then he goes limp. His little
body just stopped working. His beak falls open
and a little blood dripped out on to my hand.
With his eyes still opened, looking at me, I find
a area on table and laid him down to rest.
Now I have to go pick up the kids from school
and tell them that I killed their (and my) best
little friend.
There will be no more mornings, where I wake
and have to search for this little guy some where
in the house. (Cleaning up bird poos as I go).
And when you find him, he runs
up to you, climbs up your arm and sits on
your shoulder, waiting to be feed.
Or spending ages watching him eat mashed
banana and falling a sleep with his little tongue
still shooting in and out.
I will try to post some of the video we took
of him clowning around soon too.
Anyways. Rest In Peace little fell'a.
We will all miss you around here.
You brought us so much joy with your presents
here and I'm so very, very sorry that I let you
down this way.
4 comments:
Dang, what a sad story.
It reminded me about that time when I was a kid and found a baby magpie in the woods.
I decided to take it home, raise it myself and teach it to steal jewlery from rich people, so I can give it to the poor, keeping a small fee for myself off course. I started designing me a hero costume to wear as I ambush jewelry encrusted rich people and set off my highly trained bird of theft in their direction.
But little fella would not eat.
I did not have the internet at the time, and I wanted my operation to remain secret so I managed to find some seeds and bits of bread the poor fellah would consume.
For the first three days he was fine, but then started refusing food and eventually died on the seventh day.
I was ridiculously sad, and I asked myself many a time what could I have done to have him with me.
A few years later, in a drunken stupor, I was telling the story of my magpie to one of my drinking buddies, and even drunk, he asked the right question and solved my dilemma.
"Did you give it any water in those seven days?" he asked.
I realized than, that as a kid I was so concerned about the pie not eating enough, I forgot to supply any water.
So in all those years, I was blaming evil fate for taking my bird away and ruining my plans to follow the path of rightful highway man who brings justice to the world, where in reality, I was a baby magpie murderer who unwittingly tortured the poor feathered critter till it died a horrible death.
only lession I learned is that I am a horrible caretaker, I never got another pet, but I still proceeded to have two kids.
Fortunately they are pretty good at taking care of themselves.
Cheers for your story man.
I am sorry about the little dude.
Thanks for the support man.
It's been a long hard week for the whole family. The little sucker really stole our hearts.
What did little Alex die of?
At least he was very loved in the remainder of his life. The mean old crow could have easily finished him off, so from that point in time to when he shuffled off from this mortal coil was a time that made Alex, you and the kids very happy. That's something to smile about at least.
Not sure why he died.
Might have been the cold death.
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