Thursday, January 27, 2011

And then there were four ...

... on Sunday morning my sister's and my cockatiel Frosty didn't wake up.

Its been a long road with this little guy (we've had him for 20 years - he was 23 years old), and the last couple of years have been pretty hard on him. I'll miss him dearly, but its probably for the best.

Frosty the Snowbird

Rest in piece little fella. I'll always remember you walking on the table and through our cereal bowls in the morning before school, hanging out on my shoulder, whistling the Andy of Mayberry Song, and asking us to "Let Me Out!" 30 seconds before a major earthquake would hit.

He's survived by the rest of the menagerie - one noisy-ass - but loving - Moluccan cockatoo, and three very friendly - and fairly wily - cats.


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