Rocky T. Bird was a grouchy old messy bird who was given to my husband 20 years ago. He was of an indeterminate age at that time. Over the years he pecked off the feathers he could reach until he looked like a naked chicken with a big green head and wings.
He was very talkative; made kissing noises and crowed like a rooster. His favorite word was “Peanut!” which he demanded at certain times of the day.
He loved his Daddy best and would sometimes fly off his open cage to sit on Daddy’s shoulder.
He and our dog were buddies, though he liked to get her in trouble by calling her to the front window to bark at passers-by. When we told her to shut up, Rocky would snicker or laugh out loud.
The hairs on his head were beginning to turn stiff & white in places & we knew he was getting old. But we were not prepared for the grief we felt at his death.
We miss his constant chatter and even his annoying shrieks. Rock, you live in our hearts forever, and will be remembered with love & joy. Now you are free to fly where you wish and experience whole new vistas of being.
I love you.
A part of the Soul of the Universe is in All Living Things,
| Rocky T. Bird |
| Dec 2004 |
| Bruce & Jill Wilcox |