I nemed my starling Peetree, he fell from a 2 story house & was being carried away by ny friends cat, he rescued it & told me to care for cause he knew I would do anything to keep it alive. I raised it to a young adult, taught him how to fly (but he couldn't stop well cause his tail never grew in right, so he would fly around until he found my dads chair & fly into it to stop, it was funny to watch. I would wake up & he would hear me come out of my room & start to scream & holler to be let out of his cage to be fed. I would open his door & run to the kitchen & try to open the fridge & get his food before the bombing started. The silly bird would zoom past my head over & over until I would run out into the livingroom & sit on the coutch beside the chair & he would flutter to the couch to be fed on my lap. He was such a sweet heart, but one day my dog startled him when I had him outside & he tried to fly ontop of my neighbours house but he didn't make it & he flew back towards me, but he was going way to fast & I couldn't grab him & he flew right over the main drag infront of my place & was hit by a car.

My dad tried to find his body, but he couldn't find it anywhere, I was in my bedroom balling my eyes out & I thought my dad was gonna cry too cause he also loved that bird. Peetree was my last bird & my fav. I use to have a webpage but I had to format my hard drive & I lost his pictures, I'm trying o find the printed copies so I can atleast put thoses on the net. I really miss him

Jess