The Saddest Day of My Miserable Little Life (So Far)

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.