My heart aches right now.
I lifted the cage cover and found my 'Jay Bird' on the bottom of her cage this morning. To those who don't know, she was my Dad's Cockatiel, and the best part of my 'inheritance' when he passed away. She was a gift to him from one of his grandsons, and she was truly a beloved pet to him. Part of his concern in his last days was her well-being after he was gone.
(Post to Facebook, March 19, 2013)
She didn't have much of a song.
She didn't play fetch or rollover.
She didn't understand the bird toys I bought. I think they scared her.
She didn't purr on my lap or stand at the door wanting to go outside.
She sat on the perch till I open the cage.
She would sit on the 'Front Porch' we made for her.
She knew what was the good food and what was the pellets.
She knew that my foot resting on the coffee table was an invitation for her to climb my leg.
She would preen every last feather until it was perfect, then she would start over again.
She announced my arrival home as I walked up the walkway.
She was an inheritance since no one else wanted to take care of 'a bird'.
At first she was loud, but after I worked with her she learned to be quieter.
She never bit me, but she acted like she would.
I would point my finger and she would nuzzle it with her cheek.
She was Jay Bird.
Fly free Captain Baby Jay Morgan.