I was on my way to the pet store with the intent to buy another fish. Then it happened, a flash of lightning hit my brain, I had the best idea...I was going to buy a parakeet for Bill. I was actually driving and fighting with myself...Just picture it..."Do I really want a bird, Yes....No...Maybe....Okay, I'll check it out....Do I really want to spend the money.....What about the noise....Oh man, when Bill's out for the night I'm going to have to take care of him....Oh well Maybe a fish is the best idea. Sooooo.....As you can tell Kyle came home. While in the pet store I carefully picked him out, knowing full well that he was going to be Bill's bird. I made sure that I had a cage, the right accessories, and we were on our way home. Poor Kyle had to ride in one of those cardboard pet carriers until I could get him home to put him in his cage. We got in the door and I was carrying him like he was a baby with a poopy diaper...hands stretched out....you get the picture. I was so afraid of the little guy that it was a miracle that he got into the cage. Again, remember this was going to be "Bill's bird"....When Bill got home he was so surprised. He even went over to his mom's...aka Grandma Anthony...to get the old cockatiel cage (RIP Cheech) for Kyle to live in. We got the playpen....we were moving up in the world of Keetdom..Days went by...Bill went to work....When I got home in the evening, I found myself sitting by the cage talking to him. It got worse, I bought every to known to man for this bird. Bill had to tell me to stop because there wasn't going to be room for the bird to live in the cage with all his toys. There was still something missing, he became obsessed with the mirror in his cage and seemed very sad. Again, on our way to the pet store.....We learned he was lonely...and then the tears flowed. Hence, we bought CiCi, who's hatch day will be coming up soon. Needless to say, Kyle was the baby who started it all....6 birds later. They say I'm the one that started the bird buying, but it was really the story of Peanuts and Cheech that started my curiosity.
We call it their hatch day because we don't know the exact day they were born so we refer to the day they came home to live with us....
Here are a few pictures from Kyle's hatch day:
The Birthday honeystick
The Birthday boy...
Love to all from the Nest,
Kyle, CiCi, Jasper, JiJi, Big Girl, and Rockie...and of course the hermits....
P.S. RIP Syta Lee......
