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March 13, 2005
Fly Away Mama Bird
This afternoon I was cleaning in the living room where the cockatiels are, around their cages and the floor. At one point something about the way my Daddy Bird was behaving made me look at the cage. Mama Bird was lying on the bottom, dead.
I can't figure out what happened. I sprayed Lysol underneath the cage yesterday after I cleaned them, but I didn't think I got it nearby. Maybe I jostled the cage and she fell down and broke her neck. For the life of me I don't understand what might have happened.
She was, probably the least social of my birds, not friendly at all, but she gave birth to five other, living cockatiels, three that I still have and two that have found homes with friends. But I still felt helpless holding her little body in a paper towel in my hand, wondering why she suddenly died; wondering if I had actually done something to cause it.
I dug a hole in the back yard and buried her, inside the paper towel, leaving a little marker until I can make something more permanent. The worst part about it was that I had already talked to Michael during his weekly call and have to wait until next Sunday afternoon before I can tell him.
I don't even have a picture of her anywhere...
Posted by Bastique at March 13, 2005 11:23 PM