to lay Loco where Loco's spirit could peer in at his bedroom window
and watch him playing...
so Loco's spirit wouldn't be lonely.
Sadly by the time Loco was noticeably sick it was too late to do much for him.... though I don't think much could have saved him anyway. He had some sort of growth in his abdomen and though we tried our best to nurse him, he died at the animal hospital shortly after it was discovered.
He lived in our studio with his sweetheart Coo Coo and kept me fine company whilst I worked on my designs, serenading his sweetheart all day long. He had unfortunately lost the sight in one eye during a battle with a hawk.
One golden afternoon whilst enjoying a little sunshine on the porch as they often did, a hawk had landed on the budgies' cage and grabbed Coo Coo by her wing feathers. Loco jumped to her defence and attacked the hawk's talon fiercely. He survived and even though he lost the sight of his eye, remained a chirpy little fellow right to the end.
He was such a sweet and gallant little bird....
...our own little bluebird of happiness.
I miss him dearly and writing this brings tears to my eyes.
...our own little bluebird of happiness.
I miss him dearly and writing this brings tears to my eyes.
The vet nurse (who also has budgies) suggested we get another bird this weekend. Coo Coo is pining for him terribly and being social creatures, budgies cannot bare life alone. I'd prefer a little time to get used to the idea of 'replacing' our dear little friend, but Coo Coo calls constantly for her mate and I pity her loneliness.
So we shall find her a new friend. Perhaps of a different colour. I think Loco will be the only dear little blue harlequin we'll ever love.
* love is... print from i like pens
So we shall find her a new friend. Perhaps of a different colour. I think Loco will be the only dear little blue harlequin we'll ever love.
* love is... print from i like pens
