This summer my nephew Kordell visited us for 2 weeks and during his stay he quite convinced my sister and I to purchase birds. My sister Carolyn had given him a bird for his birthday last year and he LOVES it. So after about 5 minutes of deliberation and a quick phone call to my huzzband David, I found myself peering through the glass at PetSmart. There were probably about 15 budgies (parakeets) fluttering about in the one cage. My eyes settled on a rather fat, stuffy looking fellow in the back of the cage. He looked as if he had just about had it with all the fluttering from the other birds and I took it upon myself to rescue him. We brought him home and I commissioned Carolyn to clip his wings for me. He experienced a brief moment of panic upon arriving home but very soon settled down and became a very distinguished, well spoken of pet. I named him Mr. Darcy.
Things started to go downhill when David and I traveled to Canada for his brother’s wedding in August. He was in my sister Carolyn’s care and during that weekend shared a “house” with her as-of-yet-un-named bird. This un-named bird proved to have a disturbing influence on our Mr. Darcy. While I was in Canada, Carolyn sent me this picture.
Mr. Darcy, caught in a compromising position.
The day after we returned I went over to my Mom’s to pick up Mr. Darcy. And then things went horribly wrong. I hate to say it, but I played a major role in the death of my bird. I won’t go into too much detail but it involved me taking Mr. Darcy out of his cage to hold him in the wrong place at the wrong time. In seconds, Mr. Darcy had escaped my grasp, and Lexi, my brother’s dog POUNCED.
Lexi, the villian. (photo by Jeff)
I wish I could say the his death was quick and painless but it was not. And that’s all I have to say about that.
Lexi had no desire to eat him, only to play with him. So thankfully, there were remains for us to bury.
My cousin was visiting and her two young sons were most helpful in preparing a grave.
And we fashioned for him a most honorable grave.
Lexi and I were both racked with guilt for days but I think we’ve been able to move on now, believing that everything happens for a reason and that we were blessed to have Mr. Darcy in our lives, even if it was just for a month and a half. God rest his birdy soul.