Post by chiprockskip on Aug 2, 2015 14:06:30 GMT
Rocky the rocky rock rocker, thats what i used to say to you rembember ? Yes a good name for you little mate, it suited you. I remember the first time i saw you in a pet shop in Huddersfield. A big bird with that lovely slate grey and a white face and head with that patch of blood on it. Sold and kinda rescued co's i knew nobody else would have you with the blood on you. But i knew you had charicature and spirit. And boy did you, it took two years a bit of help from Chippy and a lot of psychology from me. But most of all a lot of understanding from you but together we did it mate.So it's been a year now and i miss you little mate, i miss all the stuff that made you, you. Like the flights round the kitchen. the take off, 4-5 abortive lunges with a cluck each time then finaly away round the kitchen once with a squark every wingbeat before spirialing down to crash on the floor. Chippy would land on the table then you'd come in like a 747 with 3 engins out, no flaps, no brakes you only needed smoke from your tail and it'd be a scene from battle of britain. Chippy would run and you'd slide tumble a bit then look at Chips with a challenge that said "i ment to do it that way" flying, never your strong point you where just to big and heavy. I miss the quiet times too when you'd sit on my finger and i'd talk to you in a soft even voice, nothing special any old rubbish so long as it was soft and gentle. And you, you'd slowly let your tummy settle on my finger, let your head droop close your eyes and drift off to sleep. That was a lovely show of trust little mate and i appreciated it. It made me feel special, thanks.
There's so much i miss not having you around all of you where little characters, things that made you individual. You'd never leave the room that your cage sorry house was in. Chippy'd be off shooting around the house i know Skipper never had a choise but he was happy going from room to room with me. But not you one room Rocky that was you. And showers never baths, flowers too when i bought flowers for Mo it wouldent be long before you'd be in them munching away. you where a good bird. Having said that i always thought you'd be the top bird, you always put Chippy in his place, all the toys where yours in fact i think you bullied poor Chip's abit but he could out fly and out smart you if truth be told. But he was 5 years older than you and eventualy he just kept out of your way. So i thought you'd be tough on any bird, i thought you'd only be soft with me,you where Rocky after all.
Then along came Skipper, the little runt, poor little Skipper who'd been bullied pecked, couldent fly. And who adored you. And suddenly a tenderness came apon you, you realy looked after that little poorly bird. I thought you'd eat him but no, you'd move off the swing for him, you'd let him eat first. Even standing up close to him i'm shure to keep him warm. Rocky that little bird loved you and i think you did him for some reason. From then on it wasn't just Rocky it was Rocky & Skipper. The pair of you even got your own song "He aint heavy". But i saw somthing in you that i never thought i'd see in a Budgie, i don't know but it shure looked like compassion to me.
My friend Rocky a year on and the world is a slightly worse place for not having you in it, i know you where only a bird but you where a good bird and i thought of you as a friend you and the others where there when i needed somone to talk to. Yeah you didn't have much choice but thanks anyway. I also have an apology, a confession. I'm sorry that in the last few years of your life i didn't pay quite so much attention to you as i should have. You see mate i was thinking like this i knew poor old Chippy was knocking on he was 11 and beffore he got the tumor i knew he woulden't have long so thats why i spent more time with him to say good bye and try and make his last years happy one's. You where only 6 and i thought we'd have plenty of time to make up. But sadly it wasn't to be my friend, forgive me i didn't know.
One year ago you passed away in my hand, and for a bird you did so well, you where cock of the flock king of Mo's kitchen and my living room,your morning song from the top of the door was magnificent, you won the hearts of Mo and myself, you had a best friend (Chippy), learnd to speak, and in your last years you looked after and made a very sick bird very happy. You did good mate you just went too soon. Rember the words we used to say and knock that windmill round. And don't forget me mate i'll come one day. Love you Rocky sleep well.
