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.
Our flock over the years.
Our flock over the years – Riley, Cooper, Harvey, Felix, Sido, Alfie, Emmy, Sunny, Ozzie, Lera, Gordie and Dewey.
Break out the millet!
Thinking of Harvey on his hatchday.
We miss you, little one.
Ozzie, Alfie and Sido were all adopted from our local rescues and Sunny, Emmy, Gordie, Lera, Felix and Harvey are all rehomed (Craigslist). They have brought so much joy and love into our lives.
If you are thinking of adding a bird to your family, please consider adopting. These birds have so much to give and deserve a second chance at a loving, forever home.
My Buddy Harvey
Like all the other birds, I would talk to Harvey by saying, “Hey buddy”. He never responded and if he thought anything about it, I’m sure he didn’t consider me his buddy. But that’s OK because Harvey was the birdiest of the flock. Never one to sit on my finger very long and always looking to where he would fly next. He loved all the girls and was usually the last chirp and chatter at bedtime, maybe singing every-budgie a lullaby.
I remember when Harvey came into our flock after Gordie passed away. Poor little Harvey was all by himself in a dirty cage with very few toys. It quickly became obvious that he was probably not treated very well by his former people and it would be tough to win his trust. At least we would provide him with a new flock and he could have a better bird life.
We try to provide all the budgies the best possible life next to living free in the wild. Of all the budgies, I thought Harvey was the most likely to welcome just such a life, which always made me a little sad. I called you buddy, but knowing that I’d never really be your buddy made me love you even more. I hope you’re at peace and finally able to fly free. I’ll miss you, buddy.