Hi, Fudge here.
First I want to thank everybody that helped us celebrate yesterday. Because we had such a successful Portugal Day celebration, Mom gave us our favorite for dinner last night. Stinky fish!!! Oh boy do we ever love those smelly little fishies. They're just like the ones our ancestors ate back in Portugal.
Now I want to tell you what's been going on in our house this weekend.
Last Wednesday Mom and Dad came home from the store and found that our Holly bird had died. Holly hadn't been sick, but she'd been very sad ever since her friend Cloud died last fall. Every morning when Mom uncovered her cage Holly would say "hello" and she'd say it over and over again while Mom got breakfast ready. Then when Mom and Dad sat down to eat, Holly would come down off her perch and have her breakfast too.
When Mom found Holly on the floor of her cage, she said to Dad, "No more birds."
Usually Elwood sings a lot, but after they took Holly's cage away, he stopped singing and just sat in front of his mirror all evening.
At breakfast Mom told Dad that she missed hearing all the bird noise and singing and he said he did too. Then they told us to be good and they went away in the car.
When they got home they shut us all on the porch. We all stood by the door trying to figure out what was in those boxes they had brought home.
When we came in we met them. Three little birds, a blue one and a green one and a yellow one.
The three new birds sat on the floor of the cage all puffed up and panting. Elwood sat way up on the highest perch and watched them. They all sat like that for a couple hours.
Then Elwood came down and the new birds climbed up and they all looked at each other. Elwood decided he liked the green bird and they started kissing and making little noises to each other. The yellow bird started looking around the cage and had a snack, but the little blue bird still sat puffed up in the corner by himself. Mom was worried about him.
On Saturday Elwood and the green and yellow birds were singing and playing and enjoying a treat, but the blue guy was all by himself and Mom and Dad were trying to figure out if he was sick. Mom said that he is very young and might just be very frightened, so she said we'd wait and see.
This morning when Mom uncovered the cage, the little blue bird came right down for breakfast, then he climbed up and sang while we ate. He's been playing and joining in with the others, so we think he'll be OK now. They don't have names yet. Mom has to think about it and get to know them better before she names them.
So when Mom says "no more whatever", give her some time and she'll come around.
Your pal, Fudge