We have adopted two new feathery friends into our home. Meet Olive and Birch. They are cockatiels and they are precious.
Growing up we always had cockatiels (they were always named Fiji... apparently that's the only bird name we could come up with, ever.) and in fact they looked just like little Olive. I adored these birds as if they were my own children. I always had a bird on my shoulder. They would snuggle with me, chew (and poop) on my homework, give kisses, and nap on my shoulder.
Now let me tell you a sad story.
One of the Fiji's was on my brothers shoulder. In comes Daisy (german short haired pointer = hunting dog). Fiji gets scared, flies of shoulder. Dog attacks bird. I won't go into the details but let me tell you, it was a very traumatic experience for my little pre-teen self to handle. I was in mourning for weeks over that little bird.
Here's a happy story.
Yesterday I get a knock on the door. I open it. I see a big white bird cage with TWO cockatiels. I jump for joy! I have the most thoughtful of husbands, I've been talking about wanting a bird for months and what did he do? He surprised me two little fluff balls for Valentines Day/Anniversary Day. I love him. And I love my Olive and Birch.
|Birch (on the left) + Olive (right).|