Pumpkin

Do you understand that I saw Dr.Gadi's diagnosis as my vindication? I maintained all along that Oscar wasn't the problem. Okay, so I was a slob. Bottom line was that I might have made myself sick, but not because of my feathered friends. Trouble was, I had already returned the sweetest member of my flock, Blueberry-Sunshine, back to his rightful owners, Blimi and Dovid (who, incidently, gave him away shortly thereafter). I missed him. All of you who are not animal people won't understand this, but I really missed that little guy. The only solution was to buy myself a lovebird.
When I went to Parrots of the World in Rockville Center, where I buy all my birds (and you should too, if you're ever seriously in the market for a bird. Do not, I repeat, do not ever buy anything in Petland other than pet food!), they had no finger-tamed peach-faced lovebirds. But they did have baby orange-faced lovebirds. I picked out a teensy little guy who just nestled right into my hand (yes, that's him in the picture). It was love at first poop. Malkie (wife #3) used to call me Pumpkin, so I thought that would be an appropriate name for a bird whose face would be an intense shade of orange when he grew up. I took him home and fed him baby bird formula from an eyedropper and bonded with him just as I had with Jinji. He was sweet and gentle and just a joy to have around. Too bad he wasn't gonna be around very long; I was about to get very, very sick.