Like a Feathered Knick-Knack
Yesterday I woke up and heard my father downstairs talking in a weird, cooing voice. Like he was talking to a dog, but that seemed unlikely so I thought maybe it was one of my young cousins. I went downstairs to discover there was a parakeet on the shelf.
A parakeet. On the shelf.
Apparently my dad found it huddled in a doorway on Avenue N, so he brought it home. Something is wrong with one of its feet, so it can't perch properly. My dad gave it some bird seed and water, and they say it's looking better, though since I didn't see it before, I wouldn't know.
We don't have a birdcage anymore, having gotten rid of the ones we had when we moved. So it's just sitting there. On the shelf. Last night, my mom put it in a box lid, because she was afraid of it falling off. Of course, she made me hold the damn thing while she cleaned up, which I hate because birds feel so fragile. I don't want to squeeze them too tight, which mostly resulted in the bird flying around and falling off things because it couldn't grab them properly.
Yeah, it can fly. Which it did again this morning when I went to check to make sure it had enough water to last the day. So I spent a few minutes trying to grab it and put it back in the box lid.
My mother says we'll buy a cage if it survives to Wednesday. But right now, it's just sitting there, on the shelf.
A parakeet. On the shelf.
Apparently my dad found it huddled in a doorway on Avenue N, so he brought it home. Something is wrong with one of its feet, so it can't perch properly. My dad gave it some bird seed and water, and they say it's looking better, though since I didn't see it before, I wouldn't know.
We don't have a birdcage anymore, having gotten rid of the ones we had when we moved. So it's just sitting there. On the shelf. Last night, my mom put it in a box lid, because she was afraid of it falling off. Of course, she made me hold the damn thing while she cleaned up, which I hate because birds feel so fragile. I don't want to squeeze them too tight, which mostly resulted in the bird flying around and falling off things because it couldn't grab them properly.
Yeah, it can fly. Which it did again this morning when I went to check to make sure it had enough water to last the day. So I spent a few minutes trying to grab it and put it back in the box lid.
My mother says we'll buy a cage if it survives to Wednesday. But right now, it's just sitting there, on the shelf.