Following my previous blog, in which I regaled you with tales of my beloved feathered friend, I have some sad news.
My mate Charlie the canary flew the coop. How? I have no idea. When I brought his cage in from the veranda, I could have sworn he was in there and didn’t realise he was missing until I went to put his cover over him that night. I was bereft. I was overcome with sadness as Charlie had been my companion for over two years.
Then, 24 hours later, my brother-in-law arrived with Jack, a beautiful blue male budgie. I was both surprised and appreciative. My brother in law and I don’t get on a lot of the time but this was such a kind gesture.
Jack was safely transferred into his new home, a cleaned and sterilised cage that Charlie had once inhabited. Jack’s little heart was beating so fast (he’s only nine months old and had been bred and caged with other budgerigars at a pet shop) but once I’d put seed, water, a piece of cos lettuce and a bit of apple into the cage, he settled down. I left him for a couple of days so that he could acclimatise himself to his new surroundings but then asked him, “would you like to venture out, Jack?'”.
I closed all the doors, left the cage door open, and he hopped out. It should be noted that Jack has a limited flying capacity as one of his wings have been clipped. He wandered around the lounge and kitchen area, happily discovering his newfound freedom. When I felt it was time to put him back in his cage, I used a small branch, which he hopped on to and voila, a safely ensconced Jack.
In the next couple of days, I will attempt to handle him and then try and teach him to talk.
I am also trying to adopt a rescue cat. The complex I live in has relaxed its rules regarding renters being allowed to have small pets so I’ve put in an expression of interest with the RSPCA for Tigger, a three-year-old female cat. She has the most beautiful green eyes, a medium-haired coat of grey and white, and is used to living indoors. There is a cooling-off period should she not like her new surroundings but I think we will all get along famously.
Adopting a cat is not simple by the way. When completing the appropriate forms, I thought I was adopting a bloody baby, not a cat! I now have to have a video interview with an assessor believe it or not.
In any case, and I will reiterate, having a pet is a satisfying, warming experience. Pets are often nicer than people.
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