Acquired: Pet store
Posted Dec 19, 2016
Aged 6, I was given two budgies for my birthday. I had been allowed to choose them from an aviary full of beautiful little birds, and I carefully selected a bright yellow and bright green one. They were promptly named Lemon and Lime. I had proudly selected a bright blue cage for them to live in, and laid out their food, water and the husky cone that they could chew on to keep their beaks strong. Once they were happily in their new home, in the spare room of our house, I lay on the bed and watched them chirp away at each other. Soon, I started to feel rather sorry for them- their new cage was much smaller than the aviary, and I felt they should be allowed a chance to fly. Surely, if I just let them out quickly for a flap around the room, that would be enough- then I could just pop them back in their cage before my Mum even noticed. I prised open the cage door, and coaxed Lemon and Lime out. They were quick to launch themselves up towards the ceiling, and I was just being overwhelmed with a feeling of noble goodness at freeing my precious budgies, when I heard a shriek. My mother had just entered the room, and was pointing and mouthing at the ceiling in horror. I looked up, and realised what she was panicking about. The ceiling fan was on, and Lime had just been walloped unceremoniously by one of the spinning blades. Thankfully, he was only slightly dazed. Mum and I scooped up both Lemon and Lime before they had any more encounters with the ominous, whirring machine above our heads, and placed them back in their cage. Shortly after, my dad built a lovely, big aviary in our back garden, and my budgies had a much happier life!