Of all the pets living in this house (except for the fish...they don't count), the parakeets have been here the longest. I don't remember how it was like without them. We got Snowbird and Cento when I was in 5th grade. Dad had wanted them to keep my first quail, Muffin, company. Muffin was from a class experiment, where we incubated eggs and learned about birds. After each batch, the birds would be opem for the students to take home. Since then, Snowbird and Centro have seen and experienced many things, watching the coming and going of pets in this household.
Truthfully, I feel sorry for these birds. Parakeets are very social and require a lot of attention, quality care, and space, which they have not been giving by us. Ever since Muffin passed away, I had not been the best caretaker for these birds. Nor did anyone else, not even their owner, Dad, ever pay much attention to them. And by the time I opened up to them, they are so old and used to their not too great conditions that they won't open up to me.
These parakeets are the only ones who keep this house from becoming quiet and lonely. Although many people live here, we don't talk much. When I come home every day from school, they are the ones who keep me company through the day. Yet what have I given back to them? Nothing. One of the worst mistakes I made was not taking care of these two friendly birds, leaving them in their cage alone day after day.
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