Acquired: Bred bird myself
Amityville, New York, United States
Posted Jul 18, 2013
I was blessed with Buddy on an early Sunday morning who happened to walk across my backyard and fly upon my deck. Admiring the sunrise and in awe of this bird's beauty, he effortlessly "walked" to my sliding door and happily accepted my wheat toast. I snatched him up immediately and welcomed him into my home at once. The pet store was my next stop, who had a skilled veterinarian who visited on weekends and deemed Buddy to be male and just about one year old. I never found out if he was lost, abandoned or just meant to be my "buddy". A cage, food, toys, etc. were bought in a hurry and rushed back to my house hoping to finally have a singing partner who could sound better than I did on a bad day in the shower. As I read the directions to piece together his new cage, he sat on my head and whistled with glee. He picked up tunes and jingles with ease, but had a tough time getting along with my family and friends. It's possible we made such a strong bond rescuing each other, that he never gave a chance to anyone else, even though I kept him around to socialize with others. If anyone went near his cage, he would snap at them. And, when I kept him on my shoulder, he would almost yelp if anyone got close. I never had much experience with cockatiels, but internet research and books were very helpful. Within weeks he was fully trained, but I still had difficulty including him with others. He had a healthy appetite and never fell ill for over the three years we were at each others' side. An impromptu move to the desert, left me with an unhappy decision to leave him behind. The dry climate supposedly isn't good for his kind, and he was left with a trusting friend. Although she never became as close to Buddy as I was, he kept her happy and behaved as best as he could. Unfortunately, we have lost touch, and Buddy will always have a special place in my heart. Early Sunday mornings, I could almost still hear his angelic whistle in the breeze.