Acquired: Pet store
Posted Oct 20, 2014
Baby was a bird that my family got before I was even born. He was, in a sense, my baby-sitter as a child. There was a dog that my grandmother owned that passed away before I was born. Her name, evidently,was Pretty Girl. Some of my earliest memories are Baby calling, "Pretty girl, pretty girl... Wherrrre's pretty girl?" Of course, my toddler ego being centered around my self, I naturally assumed that the bird was calling me! I sat in front of his cage for hours on end. He did not want to be taken out of the cage--probably especially by a two year old--, but he would talk to me as long as I was there to listen. He would even, on occasion sing the ABC's and Yankee Doodle Dandy. When I was older, I was allowed to help feed him and clean his cage. I loved it!
He lived until I was twelve, almost thirteen. It was devastating. He called for Pretty Girl the day before he died. I was busy, but knowing he was in bad health, I went and sat in front of his cage for a while. Before I left, he said a phrase I had not heard before. "I love you..." followed by "Pretty girl." It was devastating to me when he passed on the next day.
I have already informed my husband that I do not want children until I have a cockatiel, because Baby taught me so much about the love that exists between a human and an animal. Plus, hey, he was a great babysitter. This breed of bird is an excellent companion.