When I was younger, I always wanted a bird and someone I convinced my parents into getting parakeets. When we went to the pet store to get a bird, they told us that they're better in pairs. So my sister got a bird as well. both budgies. My parakeet was named Rocket. She was all white, except a little blue spot on her tummy. My sister's parakeet was named Tweety for obvious reasons.
We had these two birds for about 4 years. The 5th year we had them, we ended up moving to a town called Berkley. Only 5 minutes away, but none of the less, we moved. This move was a huge change in everyone, and especially Tweety.
We ended up upgrading to a much bigger cage for the two birds. It was on a stand and we had them in the living room next to the desk and computer. I was about 12, and I was always on that computer playing games or talking to my friends.
When I would sit at the computer I'd play music for the birds, and sometimes leave it on for them when I left for school and such. Whenever I'd come downstairs, I'd have on this blue and green robe on. I used to take my arms out of the sleeves and flap the arms around.
This is what must of caught Tweety's attention. Because I used to do it all the time. Suddenly, he would start to flap his wings when I would flap the robe around. I noticed this, and kept doing it because I thought it was adorable.
It got to a point where I didn't need the robe anymore, and I would just wave or clap my hand together, and Tweety would start flapping his wings.
For about a month of doing this to show everyone Tweety's new trick, he started escaping the cage. We had no idea why. Except whenever he got out he would fly right over to me and sit on my head. Soon he started singing and talking to me. (he would talk but none of it was understandable). And if I was on the computer and not paying attention to him, he would sit on my fingers while I was typing, so I would pay attention to him. One time he flew on top of my head, grabbed my hair, and hung in front of my face until i started to talk to him.
This is the moment where Tweety became my best friend. And it was my sisters bird
Whenever he escaped, my family called me to come get Tweety and put him back in the cage, because he wouldn't fly over to anyone else.
There was one incident however. Tweety got loose after I left the house to go over a friends house. I was called to come home so the bird wouldn't hurt himself flying around the house without me there. Somehow he got loose. He got loose on Friday the 13th.
I saw him get pecked and chased by wild birds jealous of his bright green feathers. When he didn't come home before dark, I knew it was over for him.
Until the next day.
There was an Octoberfest going on at the Berkley common. All my friends knew that Tweety was loose because I was completely devastated. I got a call from a friend. She was telling me that she had my bird at the Berkley common at the Octoberfest. I was hopeful, but my mom thought she might of just bought a new bird to try and cheer me up. but when we got there, she had him in her hands. The same bird.
Apparently what happened was, Tweety landed on someone who he thought might of looked like me. That girl grabbed him and would've clipped his wings if it wasn't for my friend who caught her with him. Everyone there was saying how a miracle it was to get my bird back. Even after a cold autumn night.
About a few months later, in April. Me and my family took a vacation t Florida for a week. My grandmother was to take care of the birds and the other pets that we had. She gave them the proper water, and food and everything for the birds. But when I got back Tweety was different. He was the same bird, i was with him enough to know his exact patterns. But he was depressed. Angry at me. Or didn't recognize me. He wouldn't eat. He wouldn't drink. And he refused to die. We didn't know what to do, until it got really bad. We were going to take him to the vet the day it got really bad after I got out of school, but it was too late when I got home.
I never forgave myself for leaving Tweety. I blamed myself for leaving him, and making him depressed. I felt like I should've known that since he had such a strong bond to me, that leaving his "flock" would make him depressed. He was almost 10 when he passed away. I was 15.