My Birdy Little Secret
Some of you may remember that a little over a year ago, I got a cockatiel for my birthday. I had been wanting a bird and had intended to get a parakeet. Getting a parakeet was a sound decision as I had experience with them and knew what to expect. But somehow I wound up with a cockatiel. It was not what I intended that day at all. The best-laid plans… All I can say is I had a momentary lapse in judgment and the mostly non-existent spontaneous side of me decided to make an untimely appearance. So that day I brought home a hand-tamed young cockatiel that had stolen my heart at the pet store. At first things seemed to be just fine. Levi was a lovely little cockatiel – very affectionate and curious. I started teaching him songs to whistle, preparing special foods for him, and spending most of my free time playing with him. But it soon became clear that no matter how much time I gave him, it was not enough. Cockatiels need A LOT of attention. I hung in there for four months hoping that we would all adjust and things would get better. But I’m not the type that can ignore the attention-seeking peeps (sometimes screams) from a cockatiel. When I started having daily anxiety attacks, I knew I had to find him a new home. It was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. I do not adopt pets just to give them away again. I was angry with myself for my impetuous purchase. Fortunately I was able to find Levi a new home with several other cockatiels and I know that he is much happier where he is now. Still, it took me a long time to forgive myself. It was a hard lesson to learn that not all birds are alike. Cockatiels and parakeets are vastly different.
Anyway, the longing for a feathered friend was still there even when I got over my sadness about Levi. I fought it for as long as I could but eventually I found myself looking at parakeets every time I was in the pet store. So, you guessed it, I eventually got what I should have in the first place – a parakeet. But this time, having done much more research, I decided to adopt two. I knew that getting two would mean they would not bond to me as much but I also know they are flock birds and do better when not alone. So my two new babies came into my life last October. And while I am someone who likes to share, I kept this to myself. It was my “birdy” little secret. I wasn’t sure how people would react since I had failed so epically with Levi. I wasn’t prepared to hear any potential criticisms of my decision. I mean, what if I had made another mistake? But I know now that I haven’t. My two parakeets bring me a lot of joy and no anxiety attacks.
So without further ado, meet Kiwi and Sydney!
I thought I was getting two boys but it turns out that Sydney is a girl! Thank goodness for androgynous names!
Sydney is a total goofball. She’s the bravest and the first one to explore new toys. She loves hanging upside down while playing and can be quite the contortionist. Here she is playing in one of her favorite toys.
Kiwi is the more cautious one but he’s also more vocal. He will sing and chirp from the time he gets up in the morning until bedtime. He loves Sydney and is constantly watching her every move. He lets her have first choice when it comes to food and will scold her if she doesn’t eat first thing in the morning! Hah! Besides Sydney, mirrors are his favorite thing.
I love these two sweet birds and they just make me laugh and smile every day.
So, my birdy little secret is out. Whew!