Farewell to my fierce, little friend, Beaker aka Beakie

Sunday morning,March 7th, I got up late and puttered around the kitchen prepping bowls for the birds (my fids, Beakie, Cookie, Curley, Lucey and Bilbo). Fed the chickens and let them out, fed/watered Mowglie after letting him out and went on to the bird room. Everyone sleeps in there but Lucey and Bilbo. I chatted to Curley who was sitting on the bottom of her cage as is her usual spot in the mornings as I uncovered her and opened the curtains/blinds next to her spot. I put her bowls in their spots and moved to uncover Beakie who was being quiet. I was going to wash all the bird towels from the crates etc so I whipped it off onto the floor and much to my chagrin and horror :( I noticed he wasn't moving or fussing at me as he usually did.

I literally yelled or tried to for Brandon and yelled again as I reached in to pick up his poor, lifeless body. He came tearing down the hall and crashed into the room freaking out Curley. I told him to be careful and started crying. In my hands was my little friend, my 10 year old parrot I'd had since he was a tiny baby at only 13 weeks old. His little candy corn beak had a piece of pumpkin seed stuck to it, his tiny feet curled lifeless in my hands. I couldn't think. All I knew to do was to run to the living room and sit and rock with him in my hands.

Argh, this is so hard....

I had all sorts of stuff go through my mind, what had happened the last couple days etc. He'd been more quiet than usual the night before which was "odd" for him. He talked to me though and whispered and blew kisses though that night before bed. All I can think is that he died shortly after being put to sleep.

I held him for a while and cried a lot and smelled his beautiful green feathers again; that soft musky fresh scent he'd always had was still there, but he....was gone.

We went to the store...hahaha thinking of the first five words in this sentence are something Beakie would tell me at night...going to the store.... and bought flower bulbs, some flowers, edging, soil, etc and built up an area in the front yard. We'd placed his body in a humidor Brandon had after covering him with a towel I'd used on him when he was just a baby and put some paper towels (he LOVED shredding paper towels) and one his toys in with his body. After determining where we were going to make the flower garden, Brandon dug the hole and we buried him. That is so damn hard to do....We put the bird bath we have over him and planted a pretty flower garden with edging around him. He loved a bath and loved bright colors...

Rest easy my little green fella. Mommy will miss you a LOT and never forget what a cantankerous little guy you could be; what made you you....I can't put into words how much I'll miss you, but I do get a smile when I look out and see your final resting place...love you, Beaker.