We’ve spent sleepless nights trying to keep our three little lovies alive. They were fisher’s lovebirds that we took away from their parents for handfeeding because they were being trampled on. They were 2 weeks, 1 week and 2 days old respectively and I never imagined that we would be able to give them the care they need to live but we did it, feeding them every 2-3 hours, keeping them warm, making sure that they will live through each and every night. They were too small, too fragile that I thought they would never live through the night. But they did, they grew and develop their feathers. Natsu the eldest was slowly learning to fly, Gray was slowly getting out of his shell and Zero the one we thought would never live through the night was the most active and playful of the three.
We were planning to transfer them to a big bird cage and I was also making plans on giving them their own blog when the horror of horrors happened. Yesterday, I took them one by one out of their cage and played with them. I took pictures and we planned on putting their big cage beside the window where I can see them always. Little did I know that the little nips and kisses they gave me were their last one. The two hours that we spent outside to buy groceries would spell doom for my little lovies. They are in a flat cage for easy feeding access since they still don’t know how to fly, Natsu is learning but is not yet in the stage of trying it out for sure. I received a missed call from someone at home, I texted my sister-in-law asking what the problem was, she said not to forget the sugar. I was feeling nauseous the whole time we were in the taxi, when we arrived home my kids blurted out that two cats ate my birds. I thought they were joking. I ran upstairs to check on them, they’re not where they were supposed to be. I ran in the back, saw their dismantled cage, my eyes gravitated towards the farthest corner under the water tank and saw something that almost made me lose everything I ate during the day. Mangled feathers, feet and beak – those are the only ones left of my beautiful birds. Two cats stalking our house attacked them when everyone was downstairs having their siesta, dragged their cage and ate them leaving the inedibles.
I love my birds and what the cats did to them is unforgivable. I was never a cat-person, I don’t particularly hate them before, I think some are cute but I never had the urge to own one. Now I know why, I’m a dog and bird person, I love my pets to death and seeing what these horrible felines did to my lovies make me abhor them. I never want to see cats near me again. I’m not against cat-persons and their cats but if it were your birds you’d feel the same way I do too. Below are the last pictures we took of them, their last feeding time, and play time… I will always miss these little buddies, I just hope they don’t feel any pain anymore.
