.. I hope this is alright to post, my bird passed some time ago, but i'm still struggling with it. I thought maybe writing it and sharing might help? Sorry if not!!
Pretty Bird was a rescue/rehomed cockatiel from a wonderful woman who sadly could not take care of her animals anymore. We took in Pretty Bird and her chickens. I was a preteen at the time.
I remember being so amazed at having a parrot when I got her. When I was little I had fantastic dreams about having macaws (funny now... I'm not a macaw person) so having a parrot was "the coolest" thing to me. She was so pretty and nothing like I had ever had. Pretty Bird was the most gentle quiet bird. She wasn't the most hands on, she hated being touched for the most part... But she loved to be with me. I used to talk to her when I was upset, and cry with her. I went through being very ill with her by my side.
I had her around 6-7 years. I learned so much for her. She is the reason I got into the world of parrots and in someways probably one of the reasons I'm still here
A few years ago she became uncontrollably broody. I didn't know what to do. I remember the day so vividly. I had my GCC out and I saw Pretty Bird on the bottom of the cage... By the time I got her out she was already dying from being egg bound. I couldn't do anything.
I wasn't sheltered from death, certainly not bird death. I saw a lot of injuries and death raising my chickens. But there was something absolutely horrific about watching Pretty Bird die that still sends me into tears and makes me shake. I'm now always so panicked over my girls, so afraid it'll happen again. I've been having panic attacks over one of my current girl tiels recently who's been hormonal because of Pretty Birds death...
I love my current fids with all my heart. But I've seen people talk about their 'heart bird' and ... I think Pretty Bird was mine. Sometimes I feel like I realized that too late.
I don't have much of her. A few photos and two videos. We buried her, I regret not keeping some feathers and her leg band. But she changed my life. I have an immense love for cockatiels because of her and I cherish my four so much.
Pretty Bird... I miss you and I still love you.. Thank you for being in my life... Sorry I couldn't do better for you..
Pretty Bird was a rescue/rehomed cockatiel from a wonderful woman who sadly could not take care of her animals anymore. We took in Pretty Bird and her chickens. I was a preteen at the time.
I remember being so amazed at having a parrot when I got her. When I was little I had fantastic dreams about having macaws (funny now... I'm not a macaw person) so having a parrot was "the coolest" thing to me. She was so pretty and nothing like I had ever had. Pretty Bird was the most gentle quiet bird. She wasn't the most hands on, she hated being touched for the most part... But she loved to be with me. I used to talk to her when I was upset, and cry with her. I went through being very ill with her by my side.
I had her around 6-7 years. I learned so much for her. She is the reason I got into the world of parrots and in someways probably one of the reasons I'm still here
A few years ago she became uncontrollably broody. I didn't know what to do. I remember the day so vividly. I had my GCC out and I saw Pretty Bird on the bottom of the cage... By the time I got her out she was already dying from being egg bound. I couldn't do anything.
I wasn't sheltered from death, certainly not bird death. I saw a lot of injuries and death raising my chickens. But there was something absolutely horrific about watching Pretty Bird die that still sends me into tears and makes me shake. I'm now always so panicked over my girls, so afraid it'll happen again. I've been having panic attacks over one of my current girl tiels recently who's been hormonal because of Pretty Birds death...
I love my current fids with all my heart. But I've seen people talk about their 'heart bird' and ... I think Pretty Bird was mine. Sometimes I feel like I realized that too late.
I don't have much of her. A few photos and two videos. We buried her, I regret not keeping some feathers and her leg band. But she changed my life. I have an immense love for cockatiels because of her and I cherish my four so much.
Pretty Bird... I miss you and I still love you.. Thank you for being in my life... Sorry I couldn't do better for you..
I'm glad you shared this, and I hope it helps you to feel better. 
Wow, words cant express how sorry I am. I feel your hurt through your words. I often refer to my Grey as 'pretty bird'. She has even began to mimic those words in her sweet jibberish. Shes not my first bird but shes my first parrot, my heart bird and I adore every inch of her; I cant imagine life without her. Again, I'm sorry. Just know that Pretty Bird will always be a part of you.
Your post was a lovely tribute to Pretty Bird 
