Sun-Ray Chiming In: The Little Greeny

Hello all!

I've been away for quite some time, so have you all missed me? I've been wanting to post a blog entry entry, but since the very first day The Little Greeny came to live with me and Momma, I haven't been able to say to my human mother what I had wanted to say. She's always been busy attending to the needs of this little guy that she hasn't had much time for me like she used to have. Momma brought him home when he was one month old, and she had to hand-feed him many times a day - and she still does until now - and that has taken much effort and time on her part. To tell you the truth, I'm so jealous! Momma always comes running whenever The Little Greeny screams for food and attention, and it irritates me so much! I hate the fact that Momma cares for him more than she cares for me. I also hate the fact that those earth-shattering shrieks disrupt my beauty sleep. I need to have at least 10-hour sleep, or otherwise I'm going to be cranky for the whole day. Unless, of course... Momma makes it up with our private girl talk and a dish of mixed seed!

Photo: Sometimes I get very impatient that I simply jump into the container. I tell you, Momma can be very slow at times!

Now and then, The Little Greeny can be extremely annoying. Everytime he thinks he's been in the cage for too long, he gives those ear-splitting screeches to be let out. And when somebody finally lets him out, he gets very euphoric and flies on top of my cage. It makes me feel very insecure! Another thing is, when Momma lets us both out of our cages, he follows me wherever I go. He flies whenever I fly; he lands wherever I land. Whatever he does drives me insane! I know that he wants to make friends with me, but I'm sorry... I don't hang out with kids!

Photo: Don't you dare come near me!

Ricky, the Pearl Cockatiel

This is the story of Ricky. The male pearl cockatiel was purchased by my friend who lives alone and wanted a bird to keep him company. Due to the instant connection with Sun-Ray when I cared for him for only one day, I decided to pay the birdie from him. From the excerpts of my diary entry, the day started when I followed my friend to a pet supplier store...

... I - as usual - stood in front of one of the cockatiel cages. I scanned each and every one of the members of the big flock, cramped in a medium-sized cage, hoping to find a different bird from the rest. Normally what I do is touching the cage bars with my fingers, and only the tame ones come near. Mind you, the action is here is not the same as poking my fingers through the cage bars. Poking fingers will only frighten the birds more. I touched the cage bars, and expectedly, all of them frantically ran away... except for one. One male pearl cockatiel who seemed to beg me to take him out of the cage and bring him home. The physical appearance so much reminded me of my Sun-Ray at home. He made this cute little sound while looking at me and walking back and front. How was I not intensely moved?

It was love at first sight with my own pearl cockatiel...

... the moment he saw Sun-Ray, he couldn't get his eyes off her. The little guy didn't want to be with me anymore. Whenever I held him, he would quickly fly back to where Sun-Ray was. Whenever I was not around them, I could hear 'songs' he would sing to her from the balcony where they were at. At one point, I thought the sound was coming from the wild birds outside. It was so melodious that I asked Billa about it and she said it was Ricky. True enough, when I checked later, he was trying to court my girl!

Ricky was given back to my friend, and that was when this incident took place...

... Ricky was let out of the cage and he forgot to shut the window. The next thing he knew was Ricky escaped and he saw, right in front of his two eyes, Ricky being chased by a crow.

When I broke the news to Sun-Ray...

I took Sun-Ray out of the cage and tried to have a heart-to-heart talk with her. I know I sound eccentric, but that's my way of relating to animals. Unlike typically, she seemed agitated and wouldn't stay at my hand. She would fly to the window and started making sounds when there were no birds outside. I'm not sure whether it was just my feelings, but my feelings told me that she could feel Ricky's loss.

Photo: Ricky was named after Ricky Martin, named after a singer because he loved to whistle and mimic sounds.

That was the story of Ricky, the pearl cockatiel. Ricky, the first bird who actually wanted me to take him along from the pet supplier store. Ricky, Sun-Ray's first love.