Sunday, July 12, 2020

Peter-Bird 1995 - 2020


Yesterday evening, July 11th, my Peter-Bird died.






Little Peter was born in October 1995. We got him from a breeder in Fort Pierce when he was just a tiny little bird. Our son wished for a cockatiel for a long time and, finally giving in, we had a new family member. Peter stayed with us after our son went to college and got married. 




Peter whistled melodies with us, spoke a few words such as 'hello' and 'pretty bird', imitated the phone ringing. He loved to whistle out of tune with my hubs (who's whistling sounds like 3 people are whistling differently and all out of tune) it was quite a racket. 
He also imitated my laugh, and that made me laugh even more, so we were cackling at each other like two old hens, we sure had a good time.




Peter had excellent hearing, he let me know with lots of 'hellos' and 'pretty birds' when hubs came home from work before I could hear the garage door opening. And he was a fierce little bird, he did not like strangers and he made his dislike known with loud squawks. Yes, his squawking, his way of letting me know he was displeased. I better offer him a bite of my dinner or else.

Peter loved his carbs. Pasta, potato dumplings, mashed potatoes, bread, and yes, pizza. Not healthy, but who am I to deny the bird one noodle. 




We had the cage in the center of the house by the breakfast nook, perfectly placed for him to see everything. But a lot of times he just sat on my shoulder snoozing while I was on the computer. 




Not sure what he does with his favorite toy, the little bell. He stuck his face in and half-closed his eyes.




Except during the hot summer months Peter was often outside in a shady spot on the back porch. He picked up songs from the Cardinal and Mockingbird couples living in our back yard. 




Peter-Bird would have had his 25th birthday this October. A quarter century this little creature was with me. As it is most often with birds, there was no warning sign that he may have been unwell. I have to believe he died of old age.  I miss him very much.




6 comments:

  1. So sorry for your loss. It hurts when we lose our pets who were our constant companions.

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    1. Thank you for your kind words. Much appreciated.

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  2. Ich bin sehr traurig das unser Peterle nicht bei uns ist sein Gezwitscher fehlt mir sehr

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  3. Farewell little Peter, you are missed.

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