Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2023 8:27:38 GMT
Hi,
Shtroompfilla is a little boy budgie. He is two years old. This is his story:
Hi,
At first I lived in a room where day and night came suddenly, at the flick of a button. We were over 30 baby budgies in one cage. I thought that flapping my wings would just get me to the food that was hanging from my cage wall. It was a very crowded life, we all sat on the same stick, but it was fun, in a way. Then one day a lady came looked at us and someone grabbed me from there.
After travelling in a tiny box I got to a different room. This room had windows! I was blown away! What do you know, I was the color of the sky! Wow! There were some pigeons at the window, big majestic birds they are. At first I was a little scared and my asthma flared up. I was just a baby, I didn't understand yet that I was in the presence of greatness.
I was put in a small cage, but I was all by myself in there so there was more room for me. Two budgies came flying into the room to look at me. They were two girl budgies. One of them, her name was Pixie, was older and she was very upset when she saw me. She died a few days later, I am still confounded and very, very sorry that this happened. Anyway, when I saw them flying I wanted to get out of the cage. I started to frantically look for a way out! I rolled on the cage floor, I climbed to the top over and over again, I turned somersaults and maybe it was the somersaults...in the end the door opened!
It has been one hectic year and a half. I found a beautiful lemon tree which I deforested all by myself and now I have so many bare branches! I went to multiple rooms and then I chose my favorite room and never left it again. Isn't this what life is? You move from one room to another. Luckily my budgie friend agreed with me on this and we stayed in this nice room all this time. The first budgie was more independent she would go from room to room...but I wouldn't want any of that. I also learned that flying doesn't automatically take you to the food, and that flying is more than just flapping wings. But in September Zooloofel, my budgie friend died and my world has changed so much...I am sad, it is cold out and the pigeons don't come anymore.
My mom says that she can't go anywhere on vacation because of me and that after many years she's not bringing another budgie home and I am so lonely! I saw a budgie named Cookie on youtube yesterday and he was singing to a mirror! You know, I didn't know you could do that! Now I am a little more interested in these strange parrots that look like me and hang from the branches of my lemon tree.
Shtroompfilla is a little boy budgie. He is two years old. This is his story:
Hi,
At first I lived in a room where day and night came suddenly, at the flick of a button. We were over 30 baby budgies in one cage. I thought that flapping my wings would just get me to the food that was hanging from my cage wall. It was a very crowded life, we all sat on the same stick, but it was fun, in a way. Then one day a lady came looked at us and someone grabbed me from there.
After travelling in a tiny box I got to a different room. This room had windows! I was blown away! What do you know, I was the color of the sky! Wow! There were some pigeons at the window, big majestic birds they are. At first I was a little scared and my asthma flared up. I was just a baby, I didn't understand yet that I was in the presence of greatness.
I was put in a small cage, but I was all by myself in there so there was more room for me. Two budgies came flying into the room to look at me. They were two girl budgies. One of them, her name was Pixie, was older and she was very upset when she saw me. She died a few days later, I am still confounded and very, very sorry that this happened. Anyway, when I saw them flying I wanted to get out of the cage. I started to frantically look for a way out! I rolled on the cage floor, I climbed to the top over and over again, I turned somersaults and maybe it was the somersaults...in the end the door opened!
It has been one hectic year and a half. I found a beautiful lemon tree which I deforested all by myself and now I have so many bare branches! I went to multiple rooms and then I chose my favorite room and never left it again. Isn't this what life is? You move from one room to another. Luckily my budgie friend agreed with me on this and we stayed in this nice room all this time. The first budgie was more independent she would go from room to room...but I wouldn't want any of that. I also learned that flying doesn't automatically take you to the food, and that flying is more than just flapping wings. But in September Zooloofel, my budgie friend died and my world has changed so much...I am sad, it is cold out and the pigeons don't come anymore.
My mom says that she can't go anywhere on vacation because of me and that after many years she's not bringing another budgie home and I am so lonely! I saw a budgie named Cookie on youtube yesterday and he was singing to a mirror! You know, I didn't know you could do that! Now I am a little more interested in these strange parrots that look like me and hang from the branches of my lemon tree.
