It's been a while since I've been here, but I return today with the sad news that my budgie Kiwi passed away early this afternoon. Kiwi had been diagnosed with a liver condition for which he was receiving treatment, and by every appearance his condition had stabilized and even started to improve when a sudden and unanticipated seizure claimed his life.
Kiwi was the bird that I selected because he was the silly chatterbox attempting to flirt with the sun conures in the cage next to him. He never lost that chatterbox personality, or the willingness to socialize. Granted, he wasn't as hand-tame as I might have liked, but that's really just me being selfish, because he was more than happy to socialize with the lovely ladies that have shared his cage.
He was the first budgie I had who took to eating vegetables willingly and readily. Parsley was something he especially enjoyed, especially hung whole for him to nibble and crunch upon the stalks before eating the leaves. Of course, when his cagemate decided that parsley hung in such a manner is better for rolling and bathing upon, I swear you could see an exasperated expression on his face -- as if he was saying "You know, I wanted to eat that before you rubbed your dirty feathers all over it!" to the other bird.
He was the playful bird who found the torn up bits of the toy on the cage floor to be as equally fascinating as the toy itself. The bird who, in the middle of playing with said bits, would abruptly dart off on the most circuitous path he could find -- up, up, up the play perch, over the rope perch, across the swing and onto another branch perch -- to pick up and eat exactly -one- bit of food from the dish on the opposite end of the cage before turning around and tracing the same path in reverse to resume playing with the bits on the floor.
So long, my beloved Kiwi! We only knew you for three years of your life, but you were a happy bird who brought much joy in that short time.