It is with sadness I share news about my male budgie, Blue Moon, passing away overnight. We found him this morning on the floor of the cage, and it was hard to bear.
Blue Moon was hopping around on his perch, singing and calling to our other birds so we don't think he was injured or ill. Hopefully this was just the slow decline of old age, and perhaps he drifted off to sleep for the last time last night and died peacefully in his sleep.
I adopted him from Phoenix Landing Foundation http://www.phoenixlanding.org/ on January 15, 2005. I remember well the drive from Richmond (Virginia) to Fredericksburg to meet the PLF volunteer at a half-way point to pick up my new flock member. He was very quiet and still, and made no sounds at all when I got him. The PLF folks related that he and several other little birds just like him were all part of a raid and seizure by the authorities on a house that had neglected and abused animals, drugs, stolen property, and a variety of other egregious offenses. The police turned the birds over to PLF, and that's how I eventually learned about him.
Blue Moon proved to be a good friend and companion to my oldest bird, Morning Sun, who was left alone after all her other flockmates passed away having succumbed to age and ailments so common to American budgerigars. She'd been alone for nearly 9 months before I was able to adopt Blue Moon, and the minute he got home to us, he started to change: he actually started to sing ! He started out making a few little sounds here and there, and then graduated to twittering, and then to full-fledged singing. And he was a good singer, too.
When we moved to Georgia, the family grew tremendously, and Morning Sun and Blue Moon met their new siblings (other parrots who belonged to my domestic partner). They made friends, sang and became part of a larger flock. Many here know that in November 2007, Morning Sun passed away of complications of cancer and age. Blue Moon missed her immensely, but he was strong and courageous. He sang to the other birds and passed time keeping them company.
We moved to Florida and the entire flock then got to live outdoors, but within a nice lanai. Blue Moon really liked that, and he was our "little instigator," the first to greet the sun as it would rise over the horizon. His melodious song made my partner smile as he used got ready in the morning since Moon's cage was right by the bathroom window, and bird and man would watch each other and greet each other. I believe he enjoyed being outside in the fresh air of southern Florida, and hope he liked it here.
We'll miss him and his cheery singing, his cobalt-bluish-violet colouring, and his bright-button eyes. Go safely into the hereafter, little boy; mommie and daddy will see you again when the time comes.
Many thanks to the folks here for letting me tell his story, and for sharing yours with us.