Our Wee Jimmy 2014 (K)

Remember Wee Jimmy?  He was our beloved budgie for 12 wonderful years.

He was never a great flyer, having spent the first year of his life in a cage with his wings clipped. But during that year he learned to imitate another bird, and took its strange call as his own. That Chee-kwa was his alone, and we always knew he was okay if we heard it throughout the day. He liked to emphasize it with wise-looking head nods.

Jimmy has been really healthy, but had bouts of the droops, which we treated with drops of canola oil given on the end of a toothpick, tummy rubs, followed by a few drops of water laced with birdie vitamins. Then we would put him in the cage with a heat lamp and keep him warm. It never failed to bring him back and when the Chee-kwa echoed again, we knew he had him back.

Flying was quite another matter. We called him Jumbo behind his back, his wings made lots of noise, and his speed wasn’t great. He managed, but never became the kind of bird that flies all around and into every room, exploring all the landing places just for fun.

No, if he got into another room accidentally he would crash-land and joyfully hop onto a perch we kept handy just for that purpose.

So two Saturdays ago, when he flew over my head and disappeared into the kitchen without coming back out, and didn’t make a sound either, alarm bells went off in my head. He always chirped loudly until we found him but there wasn’t a peep.

I found him on the floor at the bottom of the wall just inches from the door he missed, having hit the wall head first.  His wings were spread and he was totally still.  He didn’t struggle when I picked him up.

I sat down with him nestled on my chest, and stroked his forehead. In moments he was gone, and I realized that his neck was broken.

The other FRIEND is the kind to treasure if you are lucky enough to have one like him. He’s my flute partner in the band, Rob. I’ve known him for a lot of years and we enjoy playing flute duets when we can find the time.

Last fall when our tiny green Budgie, Kookabird, died, Rob and I walked into the woods on the property he and his wife live on just outside the city, and buried that little birdie, marking the spot with a stone.

Now that spot has been named the West St Catharines Budgerigar Cemetery, and Wee Jimmy is resting beside his former tiny cage-mate.  Rob even took pictures! And put down a flat stone to mark the spot!!  THANKS, to BOTH of these WONDERFUL FRIENDS!!  🙂

Budgerigar Cemetery, RIP Jimmy and Kookabird.JPG




6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Gita
    Dec 09, 2015 @ 15:18:41

    I am very proud to have known Jimmy; he would greet me by flying inches above my head between his cages (not sure now if that was a greeting or Jimmy letting me know I was sitting on the landing strip!). Like Shelby, Jimmy has a special spot in my heart. Oh, and I was also fortunate to be present to give dear Jimmy his final blessing. I am also blessed.



  2. Rusty Blackwood
    Dec 09, 2015 @ 15:20:37

    Fly forever free, Wee Jimmy. Cherish your memories of him, Eleanor. He lives forever within them. I can never understand the mindset of people who cannot grasp how our dear little feathered and furred friends can become such a part of our life; therefore when they pass we mourn them fully as much as we do our human friends and family. They ‘are’ family, and you have my sincere sympathy. Hugs.



  3. Eleanor Lawrie
    Dec 09, 2015 @ 15:21:11

    It was a greeting for sure, he had to love you!!



  4. Kira
    Dec 09, 2015 @ 15:35:24

    My how those birdies have lit up your lives and hearts!



  5. Eleanor Lawrie
    Dec 09, 2015 @ 15:44:32

    SOOOOO true, and you know that better than anyone! When you brought Wee Jimmy with his little friend, who we named Wee Jeanie until we realized it was a male bird and changed the name to Jockie, you started a whole new experience for both of us and converted Andy into a great big doting budgie Daddy!



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