When I was little, I had a pet baby chick that grew up to be a pet chicken. I named him Mr. Mitchell after the school bus driver who was nice to me. When he turned out to be a girl, I called him Mrs. Mitchell. Problem solved. She didn't know here name, lived in a crate outside, but would sit on my lap and be petted. Years later, one night we came home late, from the county fair I think, and she was sitting on top of her crate. I went to put her inside but my parents said leave her, she'll be OK. But she was killed, I never knew if by an animal or run over by my dad backing out the driveway in the morning (I sort of think the latter, since they denied that before I could even ask). I cried all day at school. When one of my teachers asked why I was crying, I told her "my pet chicken died" and they didn't say anything back, but it probably went on my "that kid is weird" chart.
I got a gender test on my Sun Conure Molly and found out Molly is a boy. I'm so sad. I don't know why I'm so sad but I am and I do the know how to move forward. I obviously still love him but I'm worried. He already knows his name and now I have to change it and I am afraid he'll get aggressive at puberty. Anyone have this happen to them?