I'm very sad today. I came home from work to find my beautiful blue Indian ringneck on the floor of his cage. He was the sweetest bird, quiet but with a big personality. He taught my 15 month old daughter to dance while she eats, he yelled at the dog and talked to Lexi, my quaker, often. Out of the two of them everyone loved Stewart. His hatch date was 3/31/13 so he was just barley 2 years old and his black ring just came in with his most recent molt. I placed him in a box lined with paper towels with a paper towel covering him. My husband is going to bury him with me when he gets home from work.
I'm kicking myself! We've been dealing with some issues regarding my 9 year old son and I didn't think much of Stewart being puffed up. I'm mad at myself I didn't keep one of his tail feathers like I planned(instead I collected 3 feathers that were around his cage, a wing feather and 2 body feathers, unfortunatly they aren't the deep turquoise blue his tail feathers are and they aren't long...his tail feathers were so much longer than lexi's).