||Deceased, Seven months old|
||South Australia, Australia|
was my special boy, my first Kakariki. And so incredibly cheeky!
Kakarikis are a parrot native to New Zealand that can live up to twenty years,
and Muta's type (Yellow-Crowned black eyed clear/BEC) are becoming
increasingly rare, which made him even more special. In fact, just the normal
(green) Yellow-Crowned Kakarikis are now officially rare. I bonded to him
like I've never bonded with any other bird or human in fact. I was closer to
my Muta than I was with my husband or even my own children. That's how
special he was and always will be. He was like my own first son.
I bought him from my favourite breeder when he was only three weeks old, and
hand-raised him. His cage door was always open, so he lived out with us and
was involved in just about everything we did 24/7 (apart from when he slept
in his cage at night). He would rest his beak on the corner of my mouth
whenever I was drinking fruit juice so that he always got a bit, so I just
held the mug out for him and he'd dip his whole body into the cup to drink.
Also, whenever he heard a plate hw would come running and take part in our
breakfast, lunch and dinner meals. Usually sitting at the edge of the plate
awaiting me to move a tiny portion of my food over to his side.. It became a
Muta absolutely loved having baths, even in the freezing winters. He would
often hang upside down from my fingers so I could swing him around. My
husband and I often referred to him as Mutas Moronus, due to him sticking his
head through a gap in his cage, and thrusting his body backwards and forwards
... like somehow that would bend the wire to allow him to escape, which he
did every time we locked him in to make him eat his food.
If anyone, anyone did anything Muta didn't like, or didn't do what he wanted,
(for example if his mate Misa didn't 'go down') I got the brunt of it and he
would give me the evil eye, then proceed to viciously attack me (usually my
feet). But whenever someone cooperated, he would run to me and give me kisses
and cuddles as if to say, "I love you Mummy!" Such a cheeky boy! Which is how
he earned the title, 'The Lightning Assassin.'
He came along with us in his pretty hot-pink harness (which I think
embarrassed him) when we went out for our weekly Sunday lunch (fish and
chips) at the Park. He loved watching out the window of the car and talking
to us as if to say "Oh wow! Look at that!!! What is it? Can I touch it?"
He was never very cuddly, in fact he hated cuddles! But whenever I got sick
or was feeling incredibly upset, Muta would snuggle up against my neck and
sometimes under my chin. And he would not move unless I picked him up and
moved him myself. He was extremely perceptive of my feelings and acted upon
it. Aside from me, his best friend was a Jenday Conure I rescued named Kioko.
Muta died December 3rd 2012 at the very young age of seven months. He passed away
from a burst cyst in his brain, causing brain damage. I never knew a bird so
small could go through so much pain. He looked fluffy in his cage, and
wouldn't respond to anything, so we rushed him to the Vets. On the way he
started having severe seizures and spasms and the poor boy would just stare
at me in a "Help me!!" type way. We got there and he had to be put down, so I
spent five minutes saying my goodbyes, and he had another even worse seizure.
His poor, poor eyes ... they said so much. So I almost begged for the Vet to
just hurry up and put him down. I couldn't bear to see my precious Muta going
through all that. I said one last goodbye, and the Vet carried him out of the
room, but the instant I was no longer in Muta's sight, he died. My precious
boy hung on for me.
The whole house and my small family just aren't the same without him. We miss
him terribly. I don't think we'll ever be quite the same again. He left a
spot in us that only he can fill. We love you Mr Muta, and no one can ever
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