Have you ever been left with a huge emptiness in your heart by something small?
Chilly, our quaker parrot, arrived at our home almost seven years ago. She brought her companion, Willy, with her. They were both quirky and noisy, much different from the parrot that had flown away a few months before (he loved whistling to Led Zeppelin, The Jackson 5 and tango music, to say the least). I wasn’t sure I would grow close to both… I mean, they didn’t do much else than generate noise all day, so much that I couldn’t listen to my own thoughts most of the time. I pretty much fed them robotically every day, cleaned their cage and went on with my day, still grieving my previous loss.
Willy didn’t survive the Winter. I found him one day lying on the bottom of the cage with a shocked Chilly watching over him. I buried him a bit later, she stayed mad at me for a few days and I tried to avoid her as much as I could so I would not irritate her more.
I feared Chilly would get depressed and figured that maybe she needed a new place to stay but… one day, while the Mr. was cleaning her cage, she got out and flew around the patio. Up until that point she had spent her life in it.