Sadly, Perrin's Cockatiel Dimitri (AKA Bird) died Friday afternoon. It happened so fast. Robin noticed he didn't seem to be feeling well on Wednesday or so, and by Friday morning he couldn't hold himself up. We took him to an aviary veterinarian, but he died in the office before we got to see the doc.
Bird spoke one phrase, the rather narcissistic "Pretty Bird." Of course, that wasn't his fault. He ignored my constant attempts to get him to whistle the Close Encounters of the Third Kind alien tune, but that might have been my inability to carry a tune. And Bird always knew when someone was coming home. The car wouldn't be half way down the drive and he'd start screeching. Of course, sometimes he screamed just for the fun of it. That I won't miss
What I will miss is Bird accompanying Perrin while she practiced her flute. He always sang along.
I'm stunned that we don't have a photo.
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