I remember that Little Miss Stevie didn't like storms - not one little bit! But with the good ol' Human around, things were okay - sometimes!
When I was outside battling the water invading my car port once, I remember there was thunder and lightning and wind! It was amazing what Mother Nature could whip up in just one afternoon - how terrifying it could all be.
But from inside the town house I could hear my little bird screeching her head off. I reassured her saying everything was okay - the lights would come back on soon, and things would return to normal with the sun coming out and all.
Well, I was right - except for the lights, they didn't come back on for another 3 hours.
The water in my car port receded and I was soaked through my clothes. As I put the broom back where it came from and I picked up one of the two towels I had pulled out of the bathroom to use on the way downstairs from my bedroom, I looked over at Little Miss Stevie.
And well, I discovered what she had been screeching about! I had left the front living room window open and she had gotten full brunt of the rain, wind and loudness of the thunder through the front window.
Sitting there was a very wet, very cold, very shivery little birdy. I felt awful as I raced over and closed the window, feeling the cold wind coming through it into the living room still. Opening the cage, she jumped onto my hand and I felt water just run off her and onto my feet.
My poor little bird was soaked through!
I couldn't put a towel around her, as she hated them. I pulled on my painting jumper (a big green, oversized jumper) and sat down in my lounge and let her snuggle into the warm folds of the jumper. While she did that, I dried off her feathers with the other parts of the jumper as much as I could... poor little thing!
She was so exhausted that she snoozed there for a little while. Then I looked over at her cage. I had only just cleaned that thing out that morning... I have to do it again now!
I swore to myself that the next time there was a storm, I'd close the front living room window first... then there'd be no problems. After that, I did. Little Miss Stevie never got stuck in the rain like that again.
Well, not until she and I went on holidays to Brunswick Heads a year or two before she died that is... but that's another story.
When I was outside battling the water invading my car port once, I remember there was thunder and lightning and wind! It was amazing what Mother Nature could whip up in just one afternoon - how terrifying it could all be.
But from inside the town house I could hear my little bird screeching her head off. I reassured her saying everything was okay - the lights would come back on soon, and things would return to normal with the sun coming out and all.
Well, I was right - except for the lights, they didn't come back on for another 3 hours.
The water in my car port receded and I was soaked through my clothes. As I put the broom back where it came from and I picked up one of the two towels I had pulled out of the bathroom to use on the way downstairs from my bedroom, I looked over at Little Miss Stevie.
And well, I discovered what she had been screeching about! I had left the front living room window open and she had gotten full brunt of the rain, wind and loudness of the thunder through the front window.
Sitting there was a very wet, very cold, very shivery little birdy. I felt awful as I raced over and closed the window, feeling the cold wind coming through it into the living room still. Opening the cage, she jumped onto my hand and I felt water just run off her and onto my feet.
My poor little bird was soaked through!
I couldn't put a towel around her, as she hated them. I pulled on my painting jumper (a big green, oversized jumper) and sat down in my lounge and let her snuggle into the warm folds of the jumper. While she did that, I dried off her feathers with the other parts of the jumper as much as I could... poor little thing!
She was so exhausted that she snoozed there for a little while. Then I looked over at her cage. I had only just cleaned that thing out that morning... I have to do it again now!
I swore to myself that the next time there was a storm, I'd close the front living room window first... then there'd be no problems. After that, I did. Little Miss Stevie never got stuck in the rain like that again.
Well, not until she and I went on holidays to Brunswick Heads a year or two before she died that is... but that's another story.
