We figured that Willie was 7 years old. Last moult he grew back these weird feathers. They were the down feathers that grew so long they stuck out from his normal feathers.
I put a light on him because he was shivering and putting his head in his wing. Then he was hanging on the bottom of the cage.
I took him out and give him some egg and bread. He chewed it and threw it around like he always does then flew/fell to the floor and wabbled around chewing on whatever he found.
During the day I would put my hand in and he would climb into my palm and snuggle as I pet his head and skitched his neck.
I gave him alot of loving knowing it was a matter of time.
We went out and when we came back, he was gone. I haven't taken down his cage yet and I bumped into it and was ready to apologize to him before catching myself.
He would have conversations with himself in all three of our voices. If you listened close enough, you could understand what he was saying but he would stop if he saw you watching him.
He was so funny because when you sneezed he would say "Ahchoo, bless you, welcome" I couldn't help myself from saying "thank you" to him when he blessed me.
And when I came into the house he would say "Hey Gary" and one day my son answered thinking I called him! That had me in hysterics.
He used to be loose all the time until we got Ayla. He used to tease her so she would crazy bark and would chase him. Caught him a few times too. Had to pry her little jaw open, the stinker. After that I would watch to make sure she didn't go after him.
I'm gonna miss him.
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Dee and Ayla
