I have suffered from depression since I was a little girl in the menopause. Unfortunately, I was born with this and the need to treat medically with antidepressants on a daily basis. But it is more for the treatment of depression than just the pills. The pills can only do so much. They can put me in the balance. But I needed more. I have lived alone and needed some form of companionship.
I don’t want to get involved with another person. I have had enough of bad relationships. I’ve always loved animals and someone suggested that I get a bird. I went to the pet shop quite often to watch the birds for company. There were parakeets, cockatiels, cockatoos, finches and more. I don’t have much money, so I started with a green and yellow parrot ,Buddy, and then got a friend for my parakeet, which was a cockatiel grey natural for your Baby. I knew nothing about pet birds either. I had a lot to learn. So I bought a parakeet hand book and cockatiel book in hand.
I fell in love with my Friend and the Baby. It was like Christmas every morning (and again, it’s like Christmas every morning), when I took the cover of my bird cages to greet Boyfriend and Baby.. They radiated something so special and full of colors. Whenever I felt bad, all I had to do was go and watch my birds, pets and discuss with them. They made me feel less depressed.
I didn’t know how smart the parakeets and the cockatiels were. They are very emotional animals. I was bad at teaching birds to talk. Even if my birds could not talk, I could understand what they wanted to by watching his body language and listening to their bird sounds . It took me years of reading Bird Talk Magazine to find out what the nutrition birds need. Each species may need different foods.
After 8 years have passed, my parakeet, Buddy, is dead, and the Baby and I was devastated. Baby, even cried. He did not cry tears, but you could definitely tell in the tone of her cries it was lack of friends. Buddy was like a father to the Baby. Buddy use to feed him on a daily basis by regurgitating food for the Baby. Regurgitating food to a person or to other species of birds, is a sign of love and affection. Baby and I shared the grief of the missing Boyfriend.
A month later, I went to buy another cockatiel, Beenie, to keep us company. Beenie was only 4 months. He was still a baby, but old enough to take home. He is a beautiful pied cockatiel. It is white and grey, spots of color above him. His coloring looks a bit like a horse pinto. Beenie has more white and yellow on the Baby’s head n’. Baby has pushed Beenie around a lot, but it got to him, slowly but surely. They began to share the same cage after a period of time. But they both like having their own cage and space, too.
I love to caress my birds more than anything. They each have their own way of being pampered. Baby loves to be petted on his head and cheeks and when he is sitting on his cage or my knees. I hold his hand to his head and Beenie moves around his head for the points, he wants to scratch and pet the most. My birds are so soft and warm to the touch. I really love doing this a lot.
To be able to share your day and your feelings with someone else that is so special. This really helps fight my depression. Each morning is bright when I remove the blanket that covers his cage at night, and I gaze at my beautiful birds they sing for me. I look forward to cleaning her cage, and spend time with them on a daily basis.