Because there was obviously not enough suckage ...

I lost my sweet, lovely, friendly, tame, blind grackle Ray today. I've had Ray for about a year, and he was the sweetest, most loving little bird. He was not a rehab bird, he was a pet. Stone blind, he learned his way around his cage by sounds. He knew the sound of my voice, and used to make fun of me when I sneezed or coughed. If I tapped on his food dish, he would to eat. If I tapped on the bars of his cage, he knew that meant there was a cucumber slice (his favorite) hanging up for him and he would devour it. Ray taught awesome lessons about adapting and adjusting. He was born blind so he never knew anything else. His eyes never turned yellow. I don't know what he died of, as he seemed fine, and never lost any weight or showed any symptoms other than spending more time on the bottom of his cage. He used to throw some of his food there and then eat it, so I just guessed that he had learned that there was often food on the cage floor and was going down there to eat. I should have know, though. I think I had an inkling of a feeling that sometyhing was wrong, but had too much else on my mind (read: being sad over Pendragon) to give it as much thought as I should have.

WIth very few exceptions, this month has sucked badly.

Because there was obviously not enough suckage ...

I lost my sweet, lovely, friendly, tame, blind grackle Ray today. I've had Ray for about a year, and he was the sweetest, most loving little bird. He was not a rehab bird, he was a pet. Stone blind, he learned his way around his cage by sounds. He knew the sound of my voice, and used to make fun of me when I sneezed or coughed. If I tapped on his food dish, he would to eat. If I tapped on the bars of his cage, he knew that meant there was a cucumber slice (his favorite) hanging up for him and he would devour it. Ray taught awesome lessons about adapting and adjusting. He was born blind so he never knew anything else. His eyes never turned yellow. I don't know what he died of, as he seemed fine, and never lost any weight or showed any symptoms other than spending more time on the bottom of his cage. He used to throw some of his food there and then eat it, so I just guessed that he had learned that there was often food on the cage floor and was going down there to eat. I should have know, though. I think I had an inkling of a feeling that sometyhing was wrong, but had too much else on my mind (read: being sad over Pendragon) to give it as much thought as I should have.

WIth very few exceptions, this month has sucked badly.