Lucky was a cockatiel I recieved as a pet when I was about three years old. He had a gray body, yellow cheeks with red spots, and white on the brim of his wings, with a black and gray tail.
Lucky could not talk, but he would whistle, and he was a very good friend to me. If I put my finger down in front of him and said “hop up” he would jump up onto my finger and stay there. Once on my finger, I would say “climb up” and he would walk up my arm and up onto my shoulder, and sit there until I told him to come down.
Lucky was very smart. When I was eight, I got a machanical horse that would walk when you turned the switch on, and Lucky would sit on the saddle, hold the reins in his beak, and would let the horse walk around while he rode it.
Also, he would ride around on the back of my cat, Chance (1987-2000)
One of Lucky’s special tricks was with money. If I put a penny, a quarter, a nickle, a dime, a 5 dollar bill, and a 10 dollar bill on the table and told him to get one of them, he would go and get whichever one I told him to get, and then he would carry it back to me.
Lucky was a great pet, and I loved him a lot. The way he got the name “lucky” was because his mother kicked him out of the clutch (what you call a bird’s litter) and I had to chew up a special kind of baby food for cockatiels in my mouth and feed him out of my mouth.
Lucky was so well behaved that I was able to take him into petshops, stores, and even restaurants, and everybody loved him.
When Lucky was outside, he stuck right with me, and he would whistle to the other birds that he would see.
Lucky also loved himself: when he saw himself in the mirror, he would whistle and flirt with himself, and everybody loved it.
In 2005, Lucky passed away. By this time, Lucky was blind because of a fight that he was in, and he was getting arthritis so badly in his wings and legs that he wouldnt let anybody hold him, and he had lost the desire to eat.
I wont foget Lucky ~ he was the best bird I’d ever had, and really I feel guilty getting another one, and so far havent gotten another one yet.
For you, Lucky…may you feel the wind beneath your wings now.
For a very Lucky Bird.
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