BillsBirds
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Antoinettes posts about her & Mishka's dear friend Jessie's death has brought on a flood of memories about my own beloved Grey, Jessye. He was my grandfathers bird. He got Jessye in about 1950, a bit before I was born. Gramps was a milkman in a wealthy neighborhood. One of his customers got the bird, and it bit him a few times, and he lost patience with the bird and didn't want him anymore. My grandparents were raised on farms, and the guy thought they'd be better suited to handle the bird since they were familiar with animals. So, he gave my grandfather the bird. They took to each other immediately. We think Jessye was a wild caught baby, because back then there were few breeders. There are so many wonderful memories of Jessye before he became mine, when my grandfather passed away. My grandmother would bake him his own cornbread, with nuts in it. Since they were farm raised, they had a huge garden, and canned many vegetables. The bird ate all kinds of veggies. That's probably why he lived so long. I was 41 when I got him, making him a bit older. He lived with me for 9 years. I found him at the bottom of his cage one morning dead. He had wrapped himself up in a small blanket that he liked to cuddle in. He had arthritic feet, so spent a lot of time on the floor of his home. I had modified his cage to suit his disability. I had him cremated, and spread his ashes on my grandfathers grave. So, they could be together on this earth, as I knew they again finally were, on the other side of that Rainbow Bridge. Thank you, Antoinette, for bringing back such great memories of one of the best friends I have ever had.
so much, 
