Acquired: Pet store
Posted Mar 05, 2014
First of all I have to say that I don't like keeping any bird caged.
When I was growing up my house was full of animals. Guinea pigs, gerbils, budgerigars, dogs, cats, you name it, we had it. My mother was an avid animal lover and there were lots of us kids, so she just thought it was the right thing to do.
One thing’s for sure, it definitely prepared me for the big wide world and what we face as adults, especially coping with the death of a loved one.
One of our pets was a yellow budgie. His name was Barney. I don't profess to be a scholar when it comes to budgerigars, but I do know that all the animals I've owned have had their own unique personalities and Barney was no exception. For a start everyone was impressed with his coloring. One of our friends said he was very rare, and that his official name was a ‘lutino budgerigar.’ I wasn't so sure though.
We would leave the door of his cage open and let him fly around the house, funny enough, he liked the cage and would rarely leave it. I loved the way he peered into my face as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. He sang beautifully but we couldn't get him to speak. Maybe it was better that way, but as a kid I would have loved that.
I had a dream one night that he had been shot by a burglar. It was surreal because when I woke up in the morning Barney was collapsed with his wings out in the corner of the cage. He had died from old age during the night.
My mother suffered with asthma and her breathing became much better once Barney was gone. So if you are asthmatic this definitely is not the pet for you.