Very sorry for your loss. I had a cockatiel growing up (named Yellowbeard), and I loved that guy. Didn’t live nearly as long as yours. Yours was loved more than mine for sure.
Some of it’s just luck; being prey animals that aren’t really truly domesticated like dogs or even cats, they tend not to show any weakness until their bodies just run out of steam. A lot of times you just never know, and it’s not for lack of love.
I do think sometimes people miss out on how interactive and affectionate they can be, and that’s a shame.
Yeah, I was too young when we got him to really be able to train him. I wanted to be able to take him around on my shoulder but I was too young and he was too old.
I was around for 24. My wife had him for about four years before she met me. Eventually, I took over bird chores, and he moved into my WFH office.
He was a curmudgeonly old guy, and before that a curmudgeonly young guy, but he was fun as hell and a constant presence in our lives for a long time.
Very sorry for your loss. I had a cockatiel growing up (named Yellowbeard), and I loved that guy. Didn’t live nearly as long as yours. Yours was loved more than mine for sure.
Some of it’s just luck; being prey animals that aren’t really truly domesticated like dogs or even cats, they tend not to show any weakness until their bodies just run out of steam. A lot of times you just never know, and it’s not for lack of love.
I do think sometimes people miss out on how interactive and affectionate they can be, and that’s a shame.
Yeah, I was too young when we got him to really be able to train him. I wanted to be able to take him around on my shoulder but I was too young and he was too old.