There is a budgie shaped hole in my broken heart. When I came downstairs yesterday morning, I discovered my beloved bugie Tiny had passed away. He had been sleeping a lot since April but was 5 years old so had put it down to his age. In the last couple of weeks he had got super cuddly and at every opportunity wanted out of the cage and would run up my arm to snuggle in my neck. Then when I had my cowl on the other day, he dived in and snuggled down in there like it was a nest. He would even go to sleep in my hands.
I still have another budgie Robin, who hasn’t had as much attention as he might of, because of Tiny being so tame. Its not poor Robins fault, he was roughly caught in the shop when we first got him and I was laid up with my busted ankle when he first came home so he didn’t get as much attention in the vital early months as would have been ideal in helping him settle and get over his fear of hands. He will take food from me so will take lots of time and hope he learns that I’m not a threat and just bring him nice things like food and treats.