Dead Budgies Don’t Tweet!

2016 saw the loss of many great icons. It also saw the loss of my Budgie Albus. I didn’t know him for very long, two weeks to be exact. Yet in that short time he taught me a very valuable lesson. I am not cut out for bird ownership!


I had said that I wanted a pet (preferably a bird) for my birthday and so that night (the 16th of December in case you were wondering) my brother and    his girlfriend Amy wheeled in an ornate cage that was home to my new pet. I was delighted. Albus not so much.


From the second we met he was hell-bent on escape and in the days that followed he flew at me every time I popped over for a chat. Now, I’m not that experienced in budgie husbandry (or should that be wifery?) but I suspected this was not a good sign.


I was very disappointed by this and despite being sure that I could care for a bird myself, the fact that i couldn’t open the cage (and was too afraid to do so anyway) meant that my birthday present was just more work for Damion. Not what I had intended.


i have no doubt that Albus was very well cared for and (as long as i didn’t go anywhere near him)he was happy. But never-the-less, after only entering my life two weeks earlier, Albus quite literally dropped of the perch. I did wonder  if he’d taken his own life.


After the demise of Albus I decided that a ceramic bird was more my speed. It must have looked real too because upon spotting the Cockie in the cage I really got a telling off from a visitor one day. Apparently the cage, while palatial for a budgie was far too small for a cockatoo and the fact that i had not thought to bring it inside in what was 40 degree heat was just irresponsible. Thank goodness he didn’t go close enough to the cage to spot there was no food or water there either or he probably would have called the RSPCA!


The bird, called liberty (because it’s a statue(, has remained with me for almost a month now and has remained completely unscathed. This has given me the confidence to expand my menagerie further.


As I live in a one bedroom apartment and when I return to work I shall hardly be home. I have decided on a pet rock, It is to be christened Hudson. Rock Hudson.


RIP Albus.




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