When I was ten, my mom surprised me with a new yellow parakeet. I named him Woodrow (Woody). He was my best little friend for about five years in my adolescence.
Fast forward &%^$AHEM years to Tot being 10. She’s been BEGGING for a bird. Well, after a few months of studying, learning, shopping and waiting, we bit the bullet; took the plunge; swallowed the pill etc and BOUGHT ONE! We found a great little store called Birds and then Some. They only have a few hand-fed parakeets at a time and they go FAST. So this Saturday, we had to jump on board! This little guy stole our hearts. He instantly bonded with Tatum and me.
Upon purchasing the cage, a few toys, some millet, and seeds, he was OURS! Little Woodrow.
Homeward bound!
When we got home…Oh yes, Coopy! Meet your new brother.
He’s very curious! Wagging his tail profusely, Coopy was truly excited! (He forgets he’s much bigger than Woody, so we have to teach him “GENTLE!”
Now, we are teaching him to ride around on our shoulder. Eventually, to fly to us, as well as talking!
Remarkably, he already trusts Tatum and me. Not skittish in any way! We are so blessed with our new feathered-Christmas present.
We love you!
He sure is happy here> He even joins our Hay Happens meetings perched on Daddy’s light.
