A few months ago I woke in the morning to find Jesse, my Meyer’s parrot and friend of 21 years, dead at the bottom of his cage. A year ago, my friend of 16 years, Little Miss Mango, a yellow Fischer’s lovebird whom I had raised from an egg, also died suddenly one afternoon when I wasn’t home.
In both instances I cried inconsolably, carrying the little body around, clutched to my chest, pacing and mumbling to the dead bird, tears streaming down my face: “Why did you die? Please, make this not real. Wake up!” I’ll even admit to shaking them a little in an effort to, I don’t know ... undo death?
**For the full article, pick up the September 2009 issue of BIRD TALK**
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