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Rainsong - my ancient budgie - died overnight. She was 13 years, 5 months old, more or less, which is somewhere over 140, in human terms.
She seemed fine yesterday, but, well, birds are good at that. Active and hoppy. She couldn't really fly anymore, and occasionally she'd forget and try to fly-jump a little too far, and we'd hear <crash> in the other room and wince and giggle, "Poor budgie!" But she never seemed to mind.
Oasis, who is now ten, isn't too freaked, but is already being more social - clinging to the side of the cage next to Zoe, making more noises. He may not understand where Rainsong went, but he does know "hey, my flock is missing. That sucks!"
Zoe mostly seems to be concerned with GIMMIE CHEERIO. I guess she decided they weren't tiny her after all.
She seemed fine yesterday, but, well, birds are good at that. Active and hoppy. She couldn't really fly anymore, and occasionally she'd forget and try to fly-jump a little too far, and we'd hear <crash> in the other room and wince and giggle, "Poor budgie!" But she never seemed to mind.
Oasis, who is now ten, isn't too freaked, but is already being more social - clinging to the side of the cage next to Zoe, making more noises. He may not understand where Rainsong went, but he does know "hey, my flock is missing. That sucks!"
Zoe mostly seems to be concerned with GIMMIE CHEERIO. I guess she decided they weren't tiny her after all.
