Last Words for My baby Bird. Bibs Valentine (2001-2003) ... MissC.

I know some of you may think this is dumb. But I am a writer, and I release many of my emotions, and much stress through tthe words I write down. So, in rememberence of my dear sweet little angel Bibs Valentine, My dear sweety baby bird, whom I love so dearly, who has been taken from me, I am writing this.

I recieved Bibs, a Green Cheek Conure, for Valentines Day in 2001, from my Mother. He WAS TINY! No feathers, and so ugly he looked Cute! I hand raised him, always checking the temperature in his cage and his heating pad, because if it wasn't warm enuff, he couldn't properly digest his food.

From the first day I had Bibs, I woke every morning and uncovered hos little cage saying, Good Morning Sunshine! And within a few months he woke up and repeated it with me. Those were his forst words. GoodMorning Sunshine. And on the mornings I just didn't want to face the sun, He reminded me, it was ok.

Good Morning Sunshine.

At night, I always said, Go Night Night Tweet Tweet. And again, he learned to say these words. So that sometimes at night, if he heard me rustling around in my room, with insmonia, he would remind me it was bed time.

Go Night Night Tweet Tweet.

When I came home from work everyday, I would open his cage and let him wander the house, (Otherwise he would squak and screech to remind me he was waiting) as I would walk in the front door from work I would say, Tweet Tweet Mommy's Home! And of course, he greeted me everyday, Tweet Tweet, Mommy's home. Now no one greets me...

Mommy's Home, Tweet! Moomy's Home.

HE would eat right out of my mouth if I let him. He would groom my hair while we watched TV, or played Playstation. He was VERY jealous of any male friends I brought to the house. He would RUFFLE those beautiful bright green feathers, and get huffy. If they sat too close, He WOULD BITE! Oh how I miss my sweet baby.

There is no little green guy to protect me now...

Someitmes, if it was just a night I didn't want to sleep alone, I would let him wander the bedroom at night while I slept, and when I would wake up, he was perched on the poles of my posterbed. And a few times, he was sleeping on my pillow.

His favorite place to be, was on my right shoulder. Chewing happily on Spray Millet, or if it wasn't available, My HAIR!

His favorite food was Guava Paste. HE LOVED Guava Paste! He would eat LOADS of it. I wish I had put some in his cage yesterday before work...

His toys, he had a love hate relationship with bells. He loved to Rip THe Crud out of them! I would put one in his cage, and SOMEHOW, by the next day, he had removed the dangly thing that made the noise. Then he would fight with it, wondering WHY it had stopped making noise.

I can still remember every noise he made, and why he made it. I knew by heart his hunger, his frustration, his happiness, his fear.

MY baby bird always knew to come to me when he was afraid. He once got hit by the cieling fan rahter hard. I was HYSTERICAL! I was so afraid I could barely look at him for fear I would see his pain, and feel it too. He always came to me, my sister had to care for him that day, I was too frantic, but he was calling for me, screeching every time she tried to touch him. He calmed down once I entered the room and sat while she tended to his wounds. And I was shaking and crying... But he kept a good focus on where I was at all times.

So, the worst part of what has happened. My baby bird drowned last night. And all I can think of, is while he was panicking trying so hard to climb out of the water, panicking knowing he was in grave danger... All I can think is, He must have been wondering where his mommny was... And I was no where to be found. I failed to protect my sweet baby, when the moment was crucial...

I feel so horrible. And I miss my baby bird so much.

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