Well, ol' Babs died, a little over 5 years 4 months old. I knew it was coming the night before—she found a spot under a grass, hung her head, breathing heavy. Next morning I found her gone in the same spot.
She was the last of my first flock, hatched before the aviary was even built (my bad
). I loved that bird like any dog or cat I've ever had, even from a distance. Only wish I'd taken more pictures.
Goodbye Babs, I will miss your cricketing and powerful kicks.
She was the last of my first flock, hatched before the aviary was even built (my bad
). I loved that bird like any dog or cat I've ever had, even from a distance. Only wish I'd taken more pictures. Goodbye Babs, I will miss your cricketing and powerful kicks.
