Other than our daughter Bailey, who came into our lives 8 years ago, living things have not done well in our house. Plants have withered and turned brown. Fish have been found floating belly up in their glass bowls. The first, Swimmy the goldfish lived one week. His namesake, Swimmy II, lasted a mere 3 days. So it should come as no surprise that when the magazine editor offered us the beautiful parakeet my husband was photographing, I was a little apprehensive.
Knowing how excited Bailey would be to finally own another pet, I defiantly declared that I would NOT be taking care of it, and accepted this creature into our lives. Bailey was thrilled, and named her new friend Astro.
Later that evening, we noticed that Astro was not eating his bird seed. According to the websites we consulted, it is not unusual for a bird to need some time to adjust to his surroundings, so we decided to wait another day. Day 2 goes by, and still no eating. It might be a good time to note that although he is not eating, somehow he is pooping up a storm, into the cage that nobody has yet gotten around to lining with newspaper. Again, I mention that I am NOT taking care of him.
That evening, I finely chop some romaine lettuce and put it in the cage. In the middle of the night, there is a great flapping of wings awakening the whole family, and small shreds of lettuce are spewed about, but it appears that Astro has finally eaten!!!
Day 4 arrives and here I am, carefully chiffonading lettuce, finely dicing apples and juilliening carrots for our gourmet bird. Oh yeah, did I mention that I am NOT going to take care of him?
Photo: Spencer Jones / Glasshouse Images