Last week my parakeet Lairy died after being in the family for 7 years. She was a sweet little bird who was content to watch the rest of us do what we do. She would make kissy sounds when I fed her at night and she loved Rudy the orange tabby (there's a picture of them together in the critters photo album). He would put his paw on the cage and she would rub her beak on it, sort of odd but fun to watch.
Feeling a parakeet sized hole in the universe, I spent a couple of late nights on the internet reading up on all of the birds I'd come across over the years that I wanted, and finally decided on a Rose Bourke Parakeet, I found one place in hundreds of miles that had them. Actually, she had two and wouldn't split them up. So now I have two new family members!
They don't do a lot - which is more than fine with me - but they have a really beautiful song, which they sing in the morning and at sundown.
The other animals are adjusting like it's no big deal, though Oakley is enchanted and tries to get a little too close. Rudy is sad because they freaked out when he put his paw on the cage, but we're only a couple days into this.
So now for the contest. These little birdies need some names. If you provide me with new names that I pick, you will win a prize. I don't know what the prize is, but it will be a good one, I promise. If you can't think of anything, tell me which of the following names you like best:
Sheila and Cobber (Australian slang for woman and buddy)
John and Fanny (after the poet John Keats and his love, Fanny. You know, a "pair o' Keats")
Rules: You may enter as many names as you think of. Sorry, I know 99% of people with Rose Bourkes name their birds Rosie, but I refuse. Barbie and Ken are out, as are Brad and Angelina.
The contest ends when the parakeets have names. You may begin.