My little Rico Birdie passed away last night. He'd gone to the vet yesterday, because he was sneezing and not eating. When I woke up and checked on him late last night, he was going. I sang him over the rainbow bridge. Rico was such a character. It took years for him to trust me and be cuddly, but when he decided to, he was a cuddle bug.


Rico was temperamental feisty, cranky, funny, cute, and so much a little Quaker bird. I had him for 19 years. I estimated his age at 25 plus. He lost almost all of his sight last year, but he never let that keep him down. He knew where everything was, and could even fly from his cage and land on my shoulder. He was such a joy, right up until his last day. He loved his quaker song, and the go Rico chant, loved his pistachios, loved pumpkin seeds, loved the Stop It game and loved his life.


I'll miss you Rico Poopy, my little green good birdie.

This is the last picture I took of Him, a couple of days ago. It's not the best picture, but I will cherish it as I did him.