Yesterday at around 3 PM my mom walked in the back to check up on the birds. She quickly called my sister to the back to tell her that one of the birds had died. My sister quickly called me to help her clean up the dead bird. I was so freaked out that I had to call my brother Mike, Chris, Bryant, and my sister Michelle to come and help me. The first thing we tried to do was to get the three birds that were still alive into a smaller cage. The first thing we tried to do was to poke the birds with stick to try to get them into the smaller cage. Our technique did not work so we tried to lure them in by leading them in with food. When the birds saw the food they were attacking each other to see who gets to enter the cage first. The way they were fighting to see who gets in first helped us realized that the three birds teamed up to kill the dead bird.
After we were done transferring the birds over, we had to clean up the carcass. Then we said our goodbyes which was the toughest part of the day. You will always be remembered, Beaverjr.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Bye-bye Bird
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haha I really loved this post. It was so raw and real. Basically, I have always wondered what it would be like to own a bird. My neighbor has some sort of bird that kind of sounds like the big bird from the movie Up, and I think it is histerical. So I would really like to know more about the kind of habits birds have and if they are fun to have as pets. Maybe you can eventually post some of that stuff when you get a chance. :]
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