I just lost Noodle after she passed away from surgery Friday the 5th.
Waking up for work yesterday morning on Monday, I saw Frosty my other parakeet deceased at the bottom of his cage.
He had a beak overgrowth issue (rapid beak growing, had to clip it every 2-3 weeks) which I assume was because of something he may have had.
I got him from my pet store I work at. He came in, surrendered to us, in a tiny cage full of 12 other parakeet. The other parakeets were well preened, healthy looking. He, on the other hand, sat at the bottom of the cage, not moving and depressed looking. He had his tail plucked out and pin feathers all over. The others would pick at him, likely due to his abnormality of his overgrown beak. I took him home that night, in fear some grubby little kid would pick him and the guys already been through enough.
I got him a large cage to himself and a baby parakeet as a friend. He loved all of his toys. He was scared of me but I made sure to hand-feed him plenty of millet. I got him two more baby parakeet friends. The most recent two I got for him, the three of them were the best of buds. All singing in eachothers faces, preening eachother, resting together.
I will miss Frosty dearly..... it was so soon after my Noodle and on the same emotional day I would have to go pick up her cremated remains... That's plenty of heartbreak for me.
Waking up for work yesterday morning on Monday, I saw Frosty my other parakeet deceased at the bottom of his cage.
He had a beak overgrowth issue (rapid beak growing, had to clip it every 2-3 weeks) which I assume was because of something he may have had.
I got him from my pet store I work at. He came in, surrendered to us, in a tiny cage full of 12 other parakeet. The other parakeets were well preened, healthy looking. He, on the other hand, sat at the bottom of the cage, not moving and depressed looking. He had his tail plucked out and pin feathers all over. The others would pick at him, likely due to his abnormality of his overgrown beak. I took him home that night, in fear some grubby little kid would pick him and the guys already been through enough.
I got him a large cage to himself and a baby parakeet as a friend. He loved all of his toys. He was scared of me but I made sure to hand-feed him plenty of millet. I got him two more baby parakeet friends. The most recent two I got for him, the three of them were the best of buds. All singing in eachothers faces, preening eachother, resting together.
I will miss Frosty dearly..... it was so soon after my Noodle and on the same emotional day I would have to go pick up her cremated remains... That's plenty of heartbreak for me.
so sorry Sweetheart.
. At least you were able to give them a good and happy life, it sounds like Frosty was a lucky little birdie to have found such a good home. 
