Today turned out to be one of those unexpectedly meaningful days…. the kind you don’t plan, but somehow ends up feeling orchestrated by something bigger.
This morning, Tatum woke up to a new season of life (hint hint…yes, that kind of morning). It was emotional. Tender. A little rough. And while we’d already been thinking about getting a companion for Rio… our half-English, half-American budgie …we didn’t expect the timing to be so perfect.
Yesterday, our friend Jackie sent us photos of the most gorgeous little bird. A full English Budgie. Big cheeks, soft powdery feathers, and the calmest presence. Tatum saw her and instantly knew: “Her name is Bluebell. Or maybe Bell.” And with that, Bell became part of our family.
As soon as Rio and Bluebell met, something clicked. He was curious, she was gentle. English Budgies are known for their calm, grounded nature, and it was almost as if Bluebell knew Tatum needed that softness today. A steadying force in the midst of her new experience.
And here’s the wildest part… Bluebell was born on May 23rd. Tatum’s “Love Day.” … Of being alive. Of being loved. What are the chances?
It felt like confirmation: this was meant to be.
So now, our joyful HAY home is complete with:
- Coopy, our loyal fluffball
- Ollie, our chirpy cockatiel
- Rio, our spirited yellow sunshine
- Bluebell, our gentle new bloom
Today, something shifted ….not just for Tatum, but for all of us. New life. New beginnings. New beauty. And a reminder that even when things feel hard, there are still soft landings waiting for us. Sometimes feathered ones.
Welcome home, Bluebell. You were born for us.