Poor Speedy

Our little bird, Speedy, died on Saturday. We're not sure why or how. He was chirpy and active in the morning, but about 2pm we found him at the bottom of his cage.

Dallin was heartbroken to say the least. Since losing Garrett he is very sensitive about loss and death. He cried really hard for a while. It was a good chance to talk about how life goes on in another place. Dallin determined that when animals die they do go to heaven and that Garrett is taking care of Speedy.

Then we put Speedy in a little box and buried him in the back yard under the fig tree.






Dalllin decided that even though birds don't live as long as we do and a pet bird would die, he still wanted to get another bird.

So, off to the pet store to find another bird.

This time we ended up with two of them so they could keep each other company. We looked really hard at the birds in the store to see which two were buddies, and we brought them home.

I assumed they had their wings clipped but as we were transferring them from the little box to their cage we found out they indeed could fly. We spent a good ten minutes chasing them around the house trying to catch them.



Once we got them in the cage they sat very still for a long time. I'm sure they were terrified! I imagined both of them falling dead of heart attacks from the stress we put on the little guys, but they were both still alive the next morning.

They have been surprisingly quiet. We have two males and they are suppose to be the singers of the birds. Speedy was a really noisy bird and we got use to him chirping and singing (during the day thankfully).

These two are still very quiet. They are probably still not use to the new environment. Hopefully we will be better pet owners this time when it comes to handling them and getting them use to being held. Speedy was a cute bird and chirpy, but he sure could bite when you tried to hold him!

We haven't decided on names yet...any suggestions?