I'm saddened to report that Oreo, the beautiful blue parakeet in our cage, has gone from this world, flying over the rainbow to wherever birds go. This morning, I found the blue feather shirt, beak, and claws he left behind still and quiet at the bottom of the cage.
Oreo was the oldest bird in the aviary. He came to us at the same time as Elizabeth and they were a pair. When she died many months ago, poor old Oreo was set adrift. Green Bean and Banana tolerated him, but he was always a little outside their orbit.
This time of year is the hardest for our birds. It's cold in the cage and it's colder yet for an old bird forced to huddle by himself on a branch. He had begun to look a little scruffy, a sure sign of a bird wearing down. Every morning, when I uncovered the cage, he would hop to the front to find a little piece of sun to warm himself in. Last night it was just a little too long between cold dark and warm(er) morning.
Today I imagined him in a warm, green jungle, flush with food, but devoid of cats and hawks, strutting around like his old self, squawking defiantly at everyone within range. I hope you will too.