Hey all. I was in tears yesterday because I'm an emotional person, especially over animals. I visited a Pet Supplies Plus and of course I'll always veer over to peek at the birds- in this case, budgies. One caught my eye especially well the last time I visited, though. A direct replica of my recently deceased Frosty. The bright, powder snow with super, super light blue is a color I rarely see in budgies. And he was here again.
This little guy sported Frosty's coloration perfect, and while he did not have the overgrown beak I had to trim twice a month, nor the slight english budgie look to his face (and slightly bigger body due to being slight English), the little lad was spot on color wise.
I sat there for upwards of 20 minutes talking to the baby, who still had young budgie bands on his head. He tilted it's head, fluffed up it's muttin-chops and peered up at me while I gently talked to him, reminding him how absolutely adorable and sweet he is.
I got upset, naturally, upset at the fate this little $15 pet store budgie would meet due to being positively gorgeous. I have another cage, and he can always join my other budgies. Of course my boyfriend would not allow me to buy this sweet baby... We have to wait until we buy our house in 2020 for more pets
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But it hurts. Yesterday, a family came in and were eyeing the budgies hard. I knew it. Such a beautiful budgie in the bunch of more normal blues and greens (though beautiful as they were), the bright colors always catch the eyes the best.
The picked a green budgie out. I held my breath. They caught the dang things with a net! Like a little fish net! How terrifying that must've been for the budgies, seriously. Not the mention a hazard I can imagine. A budgie escaped the cage, too. Then they wanted a second budgie... and wouldn't you know. The bright blue baby.
I am upset at the fact this baby will likely suffer the same fate as my Frosty, who died prematurely at an unknown age (his band says 2015, though) due to neglect. Frosty had an overgrown beak into his chin when I got him. He was not being given attention to by his cage mates, with pin-feathers ALL over his head. He was thin and depressed, sitting at the bottom of the cage. Getting pooped on, getting flown over in the already tiny flight cage... you know the ones. Those little 17 inch long flight cages that are maybe 12 inches wide. There were around 12-15 budgies in that cage. All the others looked healthier and more lively.
These people had NO CLUE what they were doing with this budgie. Neither did the worker.
It burns a hole in me, so deep.
This little guy sported Frosty's coloration perfect, and while he did not have the overgrown beak I had to trim twice a month, nor the slight english budgie look to his face (and slightly bigger body due to being slight English), the little lad was spot on color wise.
I sat there for upwards of 20 minutes talking to the baby, who still had young budgie bands on his head. He tilted it's head, fluffed up it's muttin-chops and peered up at me while I gently talked to him, reminding him how absolutely adorable and sweet he is.
I got upset, naturally, upset at the fate this little $15 pet store budgie would meet due to being positively gorgeous. I have another cage, and he can always join my other budgies. Of course my boyfriend would not allow me to buy this sweet baby... We have to wait until we buy our house in 2020 for more pets
.But it hurts. Yesterday, a family came in and were eyeing the budgies hard. I knew it. Such a beautiful budgie in the bunch of more normal blues and greens (though beautiful as they were), the bright colors always catch the eyes the best.
The picked a green budgie out. I held my breath. They caught the dang things with a net! Like a little fish net! How terrifying that must've been for the budgies, seriously. Not the mention a hazard I can imagine. A budgie escaped the cage, too. Then they wanted a second budgie... and wouldn't you know. The bright blue baby.
I am upset at the fact this baby will likely suffer the same fate as my Frosty, who died prematurely at an unknown age (his band says 2015, though) due to neglect. Frosty had an overgrown beak into his chin when I got him. He was not being given attention to by his cage mates, with pin-feathers ALL over his head. He was thin and depressed, sitting at the bottom of the cage. Getting pooped on, getting flown over in the already tiny flight cage... you know the ones. Those little 17 inch long flight cages that are maybe 12 inches wide. There were around 12-15 budgies in that cage. All the others looked healthier and more lively.
These people had NO CLUE what they were doing with this budgie. Neither did the worker.
It burns a hole in me, so deep.
