Our green parakeet, Little Micky, died today. He was about seven years old. Poor Little Micky.
I always liked parakeets. I had some when I was a kid. I had one, Comet, that I trained to do all kinds of circus tricks. To show what kind of a nerd I was, at 13 my first article was published. It was a corny poem about parakeets in American Cage Bird Magazine. Yeah I know, not the coolest kid in the world, I mean what kid has a subscription to that? My parents must have thought I was a weirdo. Well we still have the cockatiels, Marty and his son Maxie.
We'll miss you Little Micky.