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| Name: |
Muta
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Age: |
Deceased, Seven months old
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| Gender: |
Male
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Kind: |
Kakariki
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| Home: |
South Australia, Australia
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MRuta was my special boy, my first Kakariki. And so incredibly cheeky! Kakarikis are a parrot native to New Zealand that can live up to 20 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 eh
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. t became a daily routine.
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 as if 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 co-
operated, 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.. he had to be put
down.. so I spent 5 minutes saying my goodbyes, and he had another
even worse seizure and 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. *snuggles Muta's photos*
The whole house and my small family just aren't the same without him.
We still miss him terribly. He left a spot in us that only he can fill. We love you Mr
Muta, and no one can ever replace you!
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