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Christopher's Burial, February 9, 1997 - Kay and I found Christopher one day during the summer of 1987. We saw him pecking seeds that had fallen in the crack between the car windshield and the wiper. He didn't look like a wild bird or that he would survive long as a wild bird. Clearly he was an escapee.
He flew up into a tree when we tried to catch him. So, we brought out a small plate of oats and fruit cut into bird-sized pieces and set it on the car. We walked away. He immediately came down to eat. He was hungry. We slowly approached the plate and carried it with him on it into the house.
Fortunately, we had a bird cage we could put him in, and he seemed to adapt to captivity gladly. For the next several days we let him sleep and eat, and we put vitamins in his water. We nursed him back to health and kept him for another 10 years. He was a pretty bird with beautiful plumage.
Over the course of his life we found two other parakeets so that he would have companionship: Greta first, and after Greta died, Jacques. Unfortunately both Greta and Jacques were cranky birds and often returned Christopher's affection with a "bite and twist".
In his last days Christopher's kidneys failed, and on his last day he was unable to perch. I don't know how old he was, but he was at least 10 years old when he died, possibly 11 or 12, but probably not much older.
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