Two days ago, I noticed he seemed sick. When a bird seems sick, they would have been sick for a while. I brought him with me so I could find a good avian vet, and he flew to my shoulder then to the ground clumsily. He was all fluffed and was sleepy all the time. He walked around on the ground and chirped for Snowy. He had always liked singing to a mirror, to Snowy, to anything, though arguably, Snowy was better at singing at the rare occasion where she did sing. I remember how Snowy would be better at almost everything, though Sunny would still try and he would like to pretend he was good at whatever it was that he did. When he lost a fight, which happened often, he would pretend it never happened. Snowy once tried to teach him to fly at the time where his wings were clipped. He could never figure out how Snowy was able to fly, which Snowy was good at doing even with clipped wings. So I brought Sunny back after realizing I would not be able to bring him to the vet, and I set up a heat lamp and put down some millet so he would be comfortable and warm. The next day, I found the heat lamp had died, but Sunny seemed much better, so I assumed he would be recovering from what it was that he had. When I got the weatherbirds (Sunny and Snowy), they were too old for me to tell their age further than saying they were over one year old. I got them from a private pet store. Snowy originally had a different cage mate, and when Sunny arrived, she didn't warm up to him for a while, just the way it takes a while for her to start to like anyone.
After a bit, they were best friends and mates. I thought they were even going to breed at one point, I even made punnet squares for their offspring, but it turned out that they were the kind that would eat their eggs, a difficult habit to break. In the end, Snowy only laid a few eggs anyways. I still have the nest box.
Today, he seemed the same way he was yesterday until I went into my room only to find that he was dead. Snowy didn't seem to have realized it, and was going about her business as usual. She's a smart bird. She'll be lonely. I originally got Sunny a few days after getting Snowy so that Sunny could be her friend. Now she's friendless once again after almost three years. I've never considered one to be better than the other. The few days of difference when I got them was something I had never thought of. They were just Sunny and Snowy. They were just the Weatherbirds.
I was shocked. I took it for granted that they would be there for me to watch, and as long as they were happy, I would be happy. At first, I tried to tame them, and though they were not aggressive, they were very flighty. When I got Mango over a year after I got them, I figured they were happiest together, being bonded, and that I should concentrate more on Mango, who was a baby and had no one else. For almost three years, the Weatherbirds were light, small, playful, and amusing. They would play "leap frog" on the windowsill. They would forage on the ground. One time Snowy was preening Sunny's neck and my hand was close by, so I begun to scratch Sunny's neck. Sunny accepted it, but Snowy got annoyed.
It seemed like the Weatherbirds were something that was just there. It seemed like Sunny would always be the silly bird he was, always there to hop around with Snowy without a care in the world.
I picked out a spot in my front yard to bury him. I took him outside for the first time in a long time. Since I let his wings grow out, I hadn't taken him outside. Finally he could be a PART of the world he could only wonder about. Now... He can decompose and become part of the ecosystem. Finally he can fly free.
I don't know what I'll do with Snowy. Maybe I'll get her a new friend, but it wouldn't be the same. Sunny and Snowy... They are and will always be the Weatherbirds.
I have made mistakes in the past. I don't like to talk about it. I was more or less a careless kid who wanted to have birds, and though I did more than enough research, I wasn't able to carry it out.
I had a hamster. She was great. She was one o my first pets. She was soft, funny, and she escaped from her cage a total of 55 times. Every night she would try to escape, and once she even got outside. But every time without fail, I was able to bring her back.
My first pet was a betta fish who I was told missed his owner who had gone to college and wouldn't eat. Of course, he died.
Back then I was so young and ignorant and stupid. I wanted to start anew with Sunny and Snowy. Looking back, I think I was successful. I wanted to make them happy, and they were happy and carefree. When they were happy, I was happy.
I can hear Snowy calling for Sunny. Maybe she wondered where he had gone. Maybe she's in denial.
I'm going to paint Sunny a stone and put it over where he was buried.
There are many stories I can tell about the Weatherbirds, and there could have been many more.
For right now, I have to figure out what I can do to make Snowy happy.