Sadly, we lost our sweet little bird Pearl last Sunday night. Most likely, she had a heart attack. She had been perfectly healthy up until that day. Burke and I were with her when she passed away. She was fourteen years old! Thanks to her, I never lived alone, even when I had my own apartment. She filled every home I had with music and beauty. She was like a cheery ray of sunshine brightening up the room.
Pearl was a hand-trained bird purchased from a breeder. In addition to having uniquely beautiful plumage (most cockatiels are gray and yellow), she was very tame and liked to be petted. She would put her head down while you "preened" the feathers on her head, closing her little eyelids with its tiny white lashes. She could say "Hi, Pearl" and imitate a human whistle with a call-and-response song. When she was let out of her cage, she liked flying across the room to land on one of our heads. She was totally in love with Burke and tweeted excitedly every time he came in the room.
Goodbye, sweet little companion and precious friend. You will be missed.
Pearl sleeping, with her head buried in her wings.