Cooper 4,5,9,12 Gordie 2, 8, 10, 11 Ozzie 1, 3, 6, 7
Cooper has a light blue cere and is our only budgie with a band on her leg.
Gordie has larger throat spots than Ozzie. And not that you can see, but Ozzie has a little white patch on the back of his head.
Today would have been Dewey’s second birthday. So in his honor, we decided to proclaim February 15th “Dewey Day”.So today, kiss your budgie (if you’re lucky enough to have one), sing a little song, or indulge in a special treat. Harry and I are going to have oatmeal cookies (Dewey loved his oats).
Dewey week continues with a video I found while going through the Cooper files. This was taken in December 2012:
And here are some of Dewey’s greatest hits:
We brought Dewey home because he had such bright colors and was a beautiful bird. After getting him home, we saw he had been sick and worried that we would have to return him. Instead, we cleaned him and watched him carefully. After going through quarantine, we introduced Dewey to Cooper. He immediately took to her, but she was somewhat indifferent to him. It wasn’t long before Ozzie came along and he and Dewey became good buddies.
Everything changed with the addition of Sunny. From the beginning, it was obvious that Dewey and Sunny were in love. Since they met, the two of them have never separated, until the very end. When Dewey got up in the morning, the first thing he did was go to Sunny’s side and start chatting her up. The two would always groom each other and when they did, it was obvious they were enjoying themselves.
I’d never really thought about birds having much personality, but Dewey changed that. If he wasn’t the leader of the flock, he was definitely the point man or the instigator. All the boys wanted to be Dewey and the girls wanted to be with him. He was the fruit ninja. Dewey played air hockey. He was my hockey team’s mascot. Whenever we opened the cage, he was usually the first one out and the flock would not follow unless Dewey was flying around.
How Dewey loved to fly. All the birds are fully flighted, but Dewey just seemed to get an extra kick out of flying. When he was on your finger, he was always looking to where he would fly next. The other birds climb down the cage to get back in. Not Dewey, he would jump off the top, turning in mid-air to swoop back in even though it was a few inches away. I liked to call that maneuver the “Dewey Drop”.
The flock has definitely gotten quieter since Dewey passed. You will be missed Little Man.