The Parakeets (Not AJ Related)

Note: This is a true story. If you don't believe that, then I'll give you some time to think about it and maybe you'll finally come around.

Now, where do I start.

Ok, so me and my mom decided to get a bird for some reason, and this changed our life. We got one from petsmart, and named him Sky. He had a white head with light blue feathers and a white and black tail. He was calm, and sweet, and obedient. Then, we decided to get him a friend to keep him company. We got a pretty white parakeet with a dash of indigo on her chest and named her Cloud. They soon bonded to each other, but not before Cloud had some fun being naughtily mean and snappy to Sky. A few months after bonding, I decided to put this old wooden barn in their cage. My mother thought it just served as an annoyance to them, taking up space in their cage. However, this proved to be wrong.

But before I move onto that topic, let me tell you about the first miracle that happened after the bird's arrival. Sky was in his cage, and we left the door to the courtyard open(we lived in a high-rise apartment). We were cleaning it, and suddenly Sky jumped, and flew out of the cage out into the air of the outdoors. We looked for him for days, spotting him flying over the city and the building. Then, one day, we gave up. A few days after that, during a particularly windy time, we went outside to find a little blue speck, near the building. He was fighting the wind, trying to get back to us. We brought the cage outside. Cloud saw him, and flapped her wings and hit the sides of the cage, calling for him, trying to get to him. He fought as much as he could, flapping his wings. If he could, he would have been crying. Then, finally, he was able to fly back to the cage, back to Cloud.

Back home.

Ok, now to the topic of the barn.

They actually started going into the barn and exploring it. We were surprised at this matter, and then the real surprise came.

I had a bright idea to take a peek in the box while my mom was gone.

When I did, I saw something white, and round, and small. It was an egg.

Cloud had had an egg.

I showed my mom. We were both fascinated. New eggs came every few days, leading up to the final total of 9 little white, round, wonderful objects in the bottom of the barn. This, however, did not mean 9 babies.

It turned out to mean 3. On Christmas, I was going to see the nutcracker with my dad, when my mom came rushing through the crowd to tell me that the eggs had hatched.

After the show, we rushed home and heard peeping sounds coming from the cage.

The babies were beautiful.

It took a while before we could actually see them, because they were too young to leave their parents. They were really delicate. The oldest, I'm guessing, was named Daredevil. This was because of the time he/she hung off of the top of the cage using only one foot and no beak, and that was when he/she couldn't even fly yet. He/she was a lot like Cloud. He looked like Sky, but with an indigo chest, like Cloud. The middle aged one was named Starbrain. Starbrain was the smartypants, the calm, friendly, studious type. The most like Sky. He/she looked like Sky too. The were identical. Then, there was Unfeathers. He/she was named this because he/she didn't have all his/her feathers yet. They grew up together, and their personalities snapped together like puzzle pieces. Then came the tragedy.

They had a white vitamin stone thingy, and chewed on it regularly. It was attached to the side of the cage. My mom decided to position it differently because it was easier to put it on that way. However, the birds didn't recognize it. They began to escape their cage on occasions, biting everything they could find that looked white. They may have even instructed out rabbit to do so, as we found him eating a piece of white candy one day. It was a miracle that he didn't get sick. Then one day, Cloud disappeared.

We found her, a few days later, in a white vase. She refused to come out. Then, a while later, we found her in the vase.

She was dead.

We buried her outside, making sure to put a gravestone. It said, "Here lies Cloud, the best mother that cold ever live."

Sky was soon able to accustom to caring for the little ones on his own, and they carried on without their mother, however much they missed her. Unfeathers's name was changed to Baby. That was pretty much the whole story, but every story needs an end.

We traveled to California on vacation, leaving a trusted friend to care for the birds. During that time, halfway through vacation, the sitter put them outside for some fresh air. It became windy, and the sitter went out to take them back inside.

She went out to find an empty cage with a door wide open. We never saw the birds again. However, sometimes we look at the birds in the pet shop, and can see a bird looking just like Sky, or Starbrain, or Daredevil, or little Baby.

-mybunnytoots