How did an ornery ole bird steal my heart? Can't be that can opener of a beak that has drawn my blood more times than one could imagine. He could bark like the dogs only louder if you can believe it. But, then he'd say, "good bird". Yet, we two got used to each other. My little buddy stole my heart and I guess he loved me too in his own birdy way. We'd sing together. He loved a song I made up and sang to him each morning. "It's a Birdie kind of day...it's a Birdie kind of day ay ay. Just a singin' and a preenin' and a wingin' in a Birdie kind of way..." He loved to sit on my shoulder and blog with me. Hated water though I made him take a shower with me from time to time. He thought he was king of the manor - lorded over the dogs and cats and us. Loved popcorn, blueberries and macaroni. He woke me up last week right before he left on a journey. Don't think my heart can break many more times from the loss of my pets. Oh Birdie, I'll miss you so.
"Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince. And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."
And I can just hear Birdie's loud squawk above the angel voices.