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| Name: |
Bobbie
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Age: |
Nine and a half years old
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| Gender: |
Female
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Kind: |
Sun Conure
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| Home: |
San Jose, California, USA
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Bobbie
is a Sun Conure living in San Jose, California. Bobbie is a
very loving and considerate little friend. We share a one-room
apartment, and when she wakes in the morning, she doesn't make any
noise until she hears me moving around. Her automatic cage light
comes on just after 6 am, and even with the light on she waits,
contenting herself with last nights' leftovers until I rouse (as much
as an hour later).
In the last couple of years she been "speaking" to me with
purrs, peeps, clicks, and grunts and rarely emits the distressing
shriek with which Sun Conures are commonly associated. I credit her
with the fact that my resting heart rate has reduced from 95 -115
beats per minute to a relatively constant 73.
I turn off the TV and the little lump under the stadium blanket
stirs, then holds very still. "It's birdy beddy bye
time..." I whisper towards the lump (Yeah, I do it too). She
gasps, then expels air in a squeak, then purrs as if to say -
"Aw c'mon - It's so nice in here - I'll just sleep here all
night - OK?" "Time for bed... let's go, baby." A
hoarse, airy squeak of protest, then another - exasperation at an
outrage she can't change. I roll back the cover, she starts to shiver
as if suddenly freezing... but it doesn't work, I scoop her up
carefully and kiss her tummy, carrying her to the cage. The cover is
already on, the ceramic heater on the floor has made it nice and
toasty warm. I place her into the cage, in far enough so she can't
turn and keep me from closing the door (I don't want to get into that
pleading back and forth again). She looks at me resentfully, as I
pull the cover over the front. I hear her crawl to her mirror, which
she flips onto her side to help her stay in place while she sleeps. A
few hopeful "Brk" "Brk" sounds for five minutes,
and she begins to fall away. The next sounds from her will be in the
morning, her demand to come sleep with me for 20 minutes before I
rise for the day. -But hey, she's not spoiled! I am.
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