Who is a prety boy then? (Budgie)

Member Name: Trishajs

Product:	Budgie
Date:	01/09/09 (125 review reads)
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Advantages: Great Company

Disadvantages: Feathers

Having lived all my life in flats I would never consider a cat or a dog. Others do, but my desire, however overwhelming, to have a four legged friend was outweighed by the cruelty of leaving a creature locked in a flat while I was out at work. So a budgie it was- a cage, a daily clean and feed, coupled with loads of love and affection was all my feathered friend required and while I was working I assumed he amused himself by playing with the toys I had bought him and what appeared to be his favourite pastime- singing and chatting to himself in the mirror. That is how he spent his days when I was home anyhow.

We became very close friends and I soon got the hang of what he was trying to tell me, for example, if I went into the bathroom for my shower in the mornings before switching on the tv- he was not amused.

He ate very well, not only his seed and millet, but a daily side salad and fresh veg- he was partial to cucumber, lettuce, carrot, raw runner beans and similar delicacies. After his main course he would enjoy fresh fruit, a slice of apple or pear or the occasional piece of peach- though the latter could irritate him if too juicy. In the mornings he was partial to a few sips of tea and a nibble of toast crust.

When I played music he loved to dance-he certainly had great rhythm. His head bobbing up, down and around, tapping his feet- oh yes he certainly boogied on down.

When I left him with a friend for a few days if I went away, he would tolerate it, but any longer and he would literally turn his back on me until I had wormed my way back into his affections. It could take a while.

I assume he felt safe as if ever he had a nightmare and flew of his perch in the night I was there- it didn't seem to matter how deep a sleep I was in- one worried squawk and I was at his side with TLC. Usually having found him clinging to the side of his cage, looking somewhat afraid.

He certainly had his own personality and I just know that he loved me and I know I loved him.

Now budgies are famous for talking and my little mate was a chatterbox- of course they only repeat what you say, but I cannot deny it was cute to see him gazing at himself in the mirror admiringly saying I love you.....I love you. And if he ever looked at me and said those three little words I melted- what was it again? oh yes... Put kettle on.

Now it is a long story, but he ended up with his own money box, and any money my parents or I found on the pavement went into his savings. After a while I went into a pet shop and was looking at some very luxurious cages, the assistant came along and said " they are special cages aren't they? but were you looking for something less expensive?" "Yes" I replied -"they are expensive, but then he is paying for half of it himself". I wish I could describe the look on her face- but I suspect you can imagine. He got the cage- it was a mansion.

He lived until he was 12 years old - which is good going for a tiny budgie- and I miss him still.

The tradition of saving any money found on the pavement for him has never ended, but now the money goes to an Animal Sanctuary- it is what he would have wanted,

Summary: A wonderful companion