Remembering Harvey

Thinking about Harvey on what would have been his hatchday.Harvey was a rehomed bird. When we picked him up, he was in a filthy cage in a house the reeked of cigarette smoke. He didn’t have a name.On bringing him home, we discovered he was missing a little chunk out of his lower beak (which didn’t seem to affect him at all). It took a loooong time for him to trust us and to step up. He was never really a people bird, but we were content for him to just be happy with the flock. Seeing him play, eat, sleep and fly with the other birds was a joy.After lights out, you would hear Harvey singing. We liked to think he was singing lullabies and telling bedtime stories to the flock. If you are thinking of adding a bird to your family, please consider adopting. There are too many birds out there who need a happily ever after.