Holt called me while I was bathing Tristan... he said, check over the compost bin. I found a parakeet... broken wing/foot. He looked ok, but I knew he was in bad shape. I put my finger under his chest (like my dad taught me with MY parakeet) and he wouldn't budge. BUT, he didn't bite me so I knew he was tame. Yot don't see parakeets in your yard every day.
I immediately felt sad though. Like me (and my stupid open window) a bird has lost his home, lost his family. There may be some girl crying somewhere because her sweet birdie is gone.
I named him Tweety.
The HILARIOUS (God) thing is..today for NO reason... I bought bird food. We no longer have a bird feeder. Yeah, like I said.. GOD. So I had food and he chowed. I mean.. CHOWED. He fought me for a second and then snuggles right into my hand. I love him. So, tomorrow - I will put up signs, take him to the vet and then if no one takes him, I will. Holt said Tristan would either start with a Chinchilla or a Hamster... SUCKA.... it might be a bird. :)
Here is his home for tonight.
My neighbors have a cage that I can borrow but he's broken and I need him to be checked out. I wil take care of him regardless. Poor little guy!
I feel like Snow White. But moreso I feel like my Dad has raised me to care for the animals of this world. Thank you Dad...and I mean it. Animals have always and always will make my world a better place. You gave me a gift that I pray I pass on. I love you!!
I'm glad it meant something special to you Julie. I always enjoyed the way you responded to animals. God loves them and we should too.
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