Always a rattle of the cage, a flap of the wing, a greeting or a pitter patter of little feet across the floor.
Our beloved parrot Fred passed away early Thursday morning, 2 weeks ago on the 14th of April.
He was a male Eclectus who was such a huge part of our flock. In fact, he made us a flock.
Before I met Travis it was Fred & I.
After,
it was Fred & Travis and I cooked and cleaned...
...While the boys took a nap
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| Travis ACTUALLY does approve this photo |
He followed us everywhere. What ever we were doing. He wanted to be doing that too.
Eating at the dinner table....
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| Actually a rarity-we served him at his cage |
Sitting on the mirror watching us get ready for the day.
Taking showers with us was a big love of his and the blow drying that came after.
Travis made this perch so he could grip better.
He would even bare the cold dirty garage for papas sake.
He enjoyed a bit of our every meal and snack.
I would say his favorite was cheese, but really his favorite was FOOD
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| Tortilla chip, triscuit or wheat thin? |
He enjoyed our company just as much as we did.
Especially women. He could hear higher tones better and respond to them.
Our friends were excited when he finally warmed up to them (without biting)
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| I always had band aids available! |
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| Laying on the carpet we were in his domain. |
He was the perfect subject for taking photos,
but he always wanted to bite the lens and move before I could shoot.
Fred Fridays will return once I collect all the photos from various computers around here.
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| "She was not quite what you would call refined. She was not quite what you would call unrefined. She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot." Mark Twain |
Fred Franklin Finger-Biter Beak, you will be missed more than I ever knew possible.
