Yesterday we woke up to find our beautiful African Grey parrot dead in his cage. Why, we don’t know…he seemed perfectly fine. We are hoping it was just old age.
He was my husband’s mother’s bird, who we inherited from her. He has been in the family for 35 years…most of my husband’s life.
We are really going to miss him saying “hello” and “goodbye” to us as we come and go, calling for my husband to pick up the phone or close the back door, and yelling at the cat to get off the furniture (all in an excellent imitation of my mother-in-law’s voice).
He hadn’t learned my name yet, but he did a terrific impression of my laugh.
I got annoyed sometimes at his food being scattered all over the floor all the time, and the amazingly accurate impression he did of our carbon monoxide detector (which malfunctioned and went off all day once when we weren’t home). But overall, he was a great friend and a real member of the family.
Bye bye, birdie…we’ll miss you.