Acquired: Pet store
Posted Aug 24, 2015
He was the most beautiful shade of blue I've ever seen in a Budgie, with white trim. We got him from a Woolworth's - the 5 & dime predecessor to today's WalMart.
Blue Boy was smart as a whip and an independent little guy. His cage sat on top of the refrigerator in the kitchen and most of the time, he had the whole room to fly in. Everyone learned really quickly to be careful with doors and water from the tap, because he liked to sit on the doors and fly through the flowing tap water.
We learned fast because he moved fast, and one day he flew through the tap water when it was running hot water only and he nearly died from the shock of it. I gave him mouth to beak resuscitation, puffing SO gently and moving his wings carefully to make him breathe. When he came to, he looked around as if to say, "What was that?!?" He learned quickly too - he never just flew thru the tap water again; he would land on the tap & feel the temperature of the faucet thru his feet first. When we could, we would lock him in his cage when it was time to cook something so we didn't risk boiled budgie.
Blue Boy was one of my violin critics. He had excellent tone discrimination. I started playing the violin when I was 9, and we found out fast that I had a gift for sight-reading. Just the same, I was supposed to practice, and I didn't like that.
I was so good at sight-reading that my violin teacher, Mr. Feldman, would enter me in solo competitions when the youth orchestra competed somewhere. I was bullied a lot when I was a kid and I felt like a feak and hated playing solo, so Mr. Feldman bribed me by letting me compete on his Stradivarius. You read right, the public school violin teacher had a Stradivarius. Stern judges would leap to their feet, pounding their hands together & shouting "brava!" when I competed in sight-readying - but Blue Boy didn't know that and I doubt he would have cared.
When I practiced at home, he would fly to my bedroom, which was off the kitchen, and sit on the knurled end of the violin where the pegs for tuning are.
If I played well, he would dance there and sing along or make happy churring sounds. If I made a mistake, the first time, he would squawk at me. If I made the same mistake later, he would fly to my shoulder & squawk in my ear. If I did it a third time, he would bite my earlobe! OW!
Blue Boy made me pay attention to the score of the music than any human teacher ever could have. And he was never wrong.
He was a tough guy. We had a huge grey tom cat named Timothy and Timothy would run off dogs, but he didn't bother Blue Boy but once. The bird was flying around the kitchen, having a ball. The cat leaped out to catch him. Blue Boy spun around like a tiny fighter jet & landed on the cat's head, took hold of an ear with his beak, and hung on, squawking like a warrior while the cat tried to turn himself inside out. When Blue Boy thought the cat had learned his lesson, he let go & flew up to his cage & sat there staring at the cat. Timothy never tried to catch Blue Boy again.
Blue Boy could talk & he learned fast. We had to watch what we said, because he would pick up phrases and repeat them at the 'worst' times. Of course! Luckily, his favorite things to say were, "Blue Boy is a PRETTY BIRD!" and "I love you"
He could sing and he would dance while he did it. My grandmother would sing songs like "Paddlin' Madeline Home" & Blue Boy learned to sing them.
He lived to a ripe old age for a Budgie - he was about 14 years old when he died. He was a really bright spot in everyone's lives.