It is way too soon for me to be back in this section posting. Way too soon.......
I woke up this morning and went to go check on everyone before starting breakfast, and was met with finding Harley at the bottom of his cage, one wing folded under his body and the other out to his side. There was blood everywhere, I was hysterical as soon as I realized that he was already gone and there was nothing I could do.
All of the blood was coming from his face, so I gingerly picked him up and brought him out into the living room so I can see what happened. Apparently, at some point during the night he must have had a night fright (although I didn't hear anything) and had bit his own tongue. The way I found him his upper beak was sliced through half of his tongue.
I am so upset. With myself, with his passing, with everything. Although I know that even if I would have found him before he died I probably would not have been able to do anything, it still makes me upset that he passed away in the middle of the night, probably scared and in pain.
Two weeks would have marked him being here for two years, he came from the same home as Joey. Chico, his buddy, is very quiet this morning. I can't stop crying, I don't understand what I have done to deserve my birds to start dying.....first Merlin at Christmas, and now this. I tell myself that things happen and with such a large flock I should expect that I may lose someone at some point, but this is horrible.
Harley, I will forever miss you staring into your food bowl in the morning and saying MMmmmmm as soon as I put your favorite treat in it, the way you greeted new visitors to the bird room with a hearty "Who are you?" (You even taught Chico and Wesley to say that!)
You were such a good parrot Harley. You hardly ever raised your voice and was so good about giving up your sunflower seed diet when I asked you to start eating pellets. You loved taking baths in your water dish and was more interested in spending time with Chico or with me singing to you than you ever were with the menagerie of toys I tried to get you to play with. You will be sorely missed, and I feel a huge hole in my heart already. Little Merlin is waiting for you, and will guide you to the other side of this life, wherever it may be.
I love you.
I woke up this morning and went to go check on everyone before starting breakfast, and was met with finding Harley at the bottom of his cage, one wing folded under his body and the other out to his side. There was blood everywhere, I was hysterical as soon as I realized that he was already gone and there was nothing I could do.
All of the blood was coming from his face, so I gingerly picked him up and brought him out into the living room so I can see what happened. Apparently, at some point during the night he must have had a night fright (although I didn't hear anything) and had bit his own tongue. The way I found him his upper beak was sliced through half of his tongue.
I am so upset. With myself, with his passing, with everything. Although I know that even if I would have found him before he died I probably would not have been able to do anything, it still makes me upset that he passed away in the middle of the night, probably scared and in pain.
Two weeks would have marked him being here for two years, he came from the same home as Joey. Chico, his buddy, is very quiet this morning. I can't stop crying, I don't understand what I have done to deserve my birds to start dying.....first Merlin at Christmas, and now this. I tell myself that things happen and with such a large flock I should expect that I may lose someone at some point, but this is horrible.
Harley, I will forever miss you staring into your food bowl in the morning and saying MMmmmmm as soon as I put your favorite treat in it, the way you greeted new visitors to the bird room with a hearty "Who are you?" (You even taught Chico and Wesley to say that!)
You were such a good parrot Harley. You hardly ever raised your voice and was so good about giving up your sunflower seed diet when I asked you to start eating pellets. You loved taking baths in your water dish and was more interested in spending time with Chico or with me singing to you than you ever were with the menagerie of toys I tried to get you to play with. You will be sorely missed, and I feel a huge hole in my heart already. Little Merlin is waiting for you, and will guide you to the other side of this life, wherever it may be.
I love you.
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