I know I haven't posted for a long while, lots of stuff has been going on. Both good and bad.
Today I am posting on some of the bad.
My little Fruitcake died today. My little blue parakeet. She was 8. She was honestly the sweetest creature I have ever had the pleasure to know. She craved human interaction. She enjoyed baths in the sink and flying at people's heads. When I first got her, before I had got her a companion, she loved being scratched on the head. I always regretted that when I got Kricket she didn't really need me for head scratching anymore. But recently she had been asking to be out of the cage more and more. Wanting baths and to sit on my shoulder and nibble my earrings. This morning when I was getting ready for work, she and Cauliflower were cackling loudly. I had considered covering them back up because Timmy was still asleep. But I thought, no, let them enjoy the sunshine.
I named her Fruitcake because when I first got her, I had never been around birds before and her antics were so nutty and strange, I kept asking her why she was such a little fruitcake. She was the first pet I had as a grownup.
She was a fuzzy bundle of blue. She was so sweet. And it sounds stupid to say about a little bird, she changed my life in a lot of ways.
Some blurry pics of her - she hated the camera and never held still.