Okay, Birdies, I love your story, I just found this thread today, and have read every comment and story from page 1 to where I am now.
Please don't stop what you are doing. You are a great story writer. You capture the attention of the young and old. I hope to see LOTS more stories from you. When you become a Golden Feather Member, you can tag yourself as the "Story Writer." I have a Quaker parrot, and I have had him for about 2 years now. Just recently my mother acquired a Quaker parrot to be her own. Well her bird was quite mean, and we had thought of getting rid of him, The same scenario in your story would have happened to my moms Quaker Cody. But he started to warm up to us after about 4 months, and we decided we couldn't get rid of Cody. By the way; Cody has a splayed leg. Also; Cody and my Quaker Verde, (pronounced Verdee) both stay in my room. I am the animal care taker of my home. The only animals that I don't either tend to or own, are our two house dogs, and the two outside pit bulls.
It has been a day since Pepper got adopted. I'm lonely. It seems like everyone I know gets adopted.
Another budgie next to me, a cinnamon sky blue recessive pied, saw me, and said, "Hey, you're the one who helped Pepper get adopted, right?"
"Yeah, why?" I asked in reply.
"Well, my name is Chirpy, and, well, I'm your biggest fan!"
"Really?" I was astounded, "Why?"
"You are so amazing, talented, and smart. You pick up words so fast. I wish I can be like you." He seemed a bit embarrased to admit that.
"Wow, I didn't know I had fans," chirped, surprised.
"Well, you do! We made a fan club for you! Me, Itty, the parrotlet over there, and Zebe, the Zebra finch."
I was too flattered to speak.
"Am I bothering you too much?" Chirpy asked awkwardly.
"Oh, no, you're not." I was amused, "Just treat me like a normal budgie, ok? I just want to be your friend."
"Great!"
"So how long have you been here?" I asked him.
"Not long, I arrived just two days before Pepper got adopted," he answered.
"Oh. I must have seemed like the heroic leader to you, then, have I?"
"Actually, you sort of did..." Chirpy wasn't sure what to say.
A human came into our room, and refilled our food and water bowls.
"Those are the only humans I like," Chirpy trilled, a bird's equivalent of a laugh.
"Didn't you like your owners?"
"Yes, but they gave me up, and put me here," He replyed, "You can't trust humans, they're so unpredictable."
"I guess you're right." I didn't know what to say, I didn't really have an opinion on humans.
"So, how old are you?" I asked Chirpy.
"Me? About a year."
"Oh. You're a few months older than me." I yawned, "Good night!"
Chirpy also settled down on his perch and closed his eyes, "Good night to you, too."