Contest #5: Story Contest

[Dave]

There seemed to be a high demand for a writing-related contest. So our next contest is going to be a story contest.

All you have to do is tell us a story about your budgies. It can be funny, sad, whatever you want!

There are only two rules: First, let's limit stories to 300 words. It's going to take a while to read all the stories, and there are only so many hours in a day! :P Think of this more as a guideline than a rule. You won't be disqualified if you need to go over 300 words to finish your story. Just remember, we're not writing novels here. Just a simple story. ;)

Second rule: posts must be "legible." We've gone over this before with posting in the forums, but this is especially true for this contest. Type your story in a word processor and then paste it in your post. That way you can check for spelling mistakes. Netspeak is not allowed. i reely dont wanna go thru a hole stry ritten liek this. Stories written like that will be disqualified. If you don't have a word processor, I'm giving you the option to PM your story to me prior to your submission so I can go through it. No excuses now. ;) :P I don't want to sound like a pain with all this, but it wouldn't be fun to read an entire story in netspeak, sorry.

Those are the only rules. Have fun and be creative! :D The more entries, the more fun we can have.

Prizes? Uhh, 250 Karma points and bragging rights. Yeah, maybe one of these days we'll give away an actual prize. Don't hold your breath though... :rolleyes:

[BirdieBabi]

So do we post it here or through PM?

[hozie07]

i reely dont wanna go thru a hole stry ritten liek this.

I think i need to stay away from the computer because i actually understood that:( .This is a great idea ,but sadly i won't enter though because i suck at writing stories.

[Dave]

So do we post it here or through PM?
You enter it here.

[snowy]

Does it have to be true?...or can we make it up?
and also....does it have to be about our budgies,....ok by that i mean like.....can u add characters that arn't u pets? thats what i mean by it...not like not using our pets and anyway i think u would get the point by now hehe :P

[Donna]

All you have to do is tell us a story about your budgies. It can be funny, sad, whatever you want!

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Dave's quote (above) says it needs to be a story about your Budgies.

It sounds to me like it has to be true, but it can be funny or sad, or whatever you want to share.

Correct me if I'm wrong, Dave.

Donna

[snowy]

BUT does it have to be true?

[Donna]

I probably shouldn't have even posted on this thread because I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING about this contest. I only found out about this when I just now read the thread .

I was just saying in the post (above) that IT SOUNDS TO ME LIKE IT HAS TO BE TRUE . . . But, I then posted for Dave to correct me if I'm wrong.

I'm just saying that I THINK it has to be true. You'll have to wait for Dave to answer you.

I shouldn't have even said anything, because I don't know.

Sorry,
Donna

[zarrion101]

Ok I can confirm from the senior staff section that this contest can be based on whatever you want, true or not, funny or sad and so on, I think I am right since we did dicuss it. :)

[Amy]

Thank you Zarrion. :)

[Marina]

Ooo... storytime... :)

EDIT: What's the deadline?

[zarrion101]

Ooo... storytime... :)

EDIT: What's the deadline?

Um, I don't know but I think we need Dave here to explain a little bit more. :)

[Dave]

Don't worry about deadlines. Just post your stories. :) While it's preferred that your stories be true, obviously there's no way to know if your story is true or not. I thought the contest was pretty self-explanatory: post a story about your budgies. :P

[snowy]

Well....with the story im gonna enter its gonna be like,....true but im gonna add stuff on to it so its a little more interesting...so yea

[BirdieBabi]

ok I got a story!

Chico sat on the side of the opening of the cage, staring out at the world in front of him. This was the first time he could stretch out his wings since the time he left the petstore, and he was just as anxious as he was happy. He jumped and flapped as hard his his small little body could allow him to. Instead of soaring threw the air, he crashed onto the ground with a big "thump" He had gotten his wings cut.

Chico walked to the left, and then to the right. He made a short little chirp to start on his journey, and he left the room.

As he was waslking threw the mile long hallway, he poked his head into every room he walked passed, hoping to find a friend to complete his runaway with. Unfortuantly, there were no birds to be found. As he entered the kitchen he heard a loud jingle becoming louder and louder. Around the corner came a large, black dog who paused and stared right at Chico. God knows what that dog was thinking, but Anything larger than Chico was something to be afraid of.

Chico flapped his wings to make a fast escape. He lifted up about a foot or so, and hit the ground a second later. Chico, hesitating seconds before, made a dash for it, remembering where he came from. The only thing he was thinking was to find his cage.

As Chico ran, the black dog followed, curious to find out what the little fellow was. Chico raced in the wrong direction, and was cornered by the dog in a small room. The dog started sniffing the bird, too close for comfort to Chico. Suddenly, Chico make a long, loud, and painful "ACKK!"

Eating her dinner, Elise, the owner of the ever so frightful Chico, heard Chico's cry for help. She ran through the halls, to a small bathroom. Their she found Chico, and the dog, Jessie, huddled in the corner of the room.

Chico was terrified at what he saw. He froze as he watched a giant creature, put their hand out to grab the fearful budgie. Chico moved around, seeking whatever he could find to escape. The hand picked the Chico up and and let him perch on their finger. Chico's heart, once racing, was now slowing down, and hope filled this little budgie's mind.

Elise put Chico on inside the cage. As Chico realsed what happened, he chirped in relief. He was home again.

[BirdieBabi]

Sorry if that is over 300 words. Once i get passed the beginning I don't stop!

[Dave]

Sorry if that is over 300 words. Once i get passed the beginning I don't stop!
No problem. As I said, the word limit is more of a guideline than a rule. If you need to go over 300 to finish your story, that's fine. :)

[softie]

I Missed You
By softie (Aaralyn)


It’s a cold and chilly night. Soft music is playing. I perch here, the lights are dim and everything creates a shadow. The room seems emptier tonight.
I let out a faint warble into the empty air, but nothing returns my call. I chirp a little louder, listen for anything, but the silence brushes across my feathers. I fluff up a little bit, tuck in my left foot and slowly try to go to sleep.
As I close my eyes and tuck my head on my back, I think of Grace. I’m still scarred of what I have seen earlier. I can still hear his desperate calls for me, for help. I can still remember how he flapped around the room as Aaralyn and Tommy tried to help his bleeding. I have been watching as he scurried on the floor, blood splattering all over the carpet.
I wish I was there for him, to help him, to let him know I was right beside him. Now I wonder why I didn’t. Maybe I was just as scared as him. Maybe I was too afraid I might see him go.
I can still remember how Aaralyn placed Grace in a box and left the room. I screeched as loud as I can, and I can hear Grace screeching back to me. But soon, his calls weakened and before I knew it, I was all alone.

I bury my head in my back and drift off to sleep. And as I enter dream land, I wonder if I will ever hear his alarm calls in the mornings anymore…

The sunlight shines on my little black eyes. It’s still quiet and it’s still empty. I’m still alone.
Suddenly, Aaralyn enters the room with the same exact box that Grace was in! I screech as loud as I can and to my astonishment, I hear a chirp! I jump around; hopping all over my cage, chirping as loudly as I can as Grace finally returns my calls.
The cage door opens and I flutter out as fast as I can. And when I land, there is Grace, smiling at me and with a muffled voice, he says, “I missed you.”

The End

The word count is 360 :( I tried my best to cut out and shorten as much as I can. But this is all I can fraction out to.

[Budgiekin]

No worries about the word count; like Dave said, it is more of just a guideline. We just didn't want stories that would take 10 minutes to read...;);) So I guess you could consider this to be a short story contest.

Good luck everyone! We are awaiting more entries. And by the way, thanks Softie and Birdiebabi for submitting!

[_chaxa_]

Envy.
I don’t own any budgies, but this story is of a dream I had about my dream budgie. I often have dreams about her so I just pretend that she is mine. So if there is weird things, that don’t usually happen, don’t blame me!!!! It’s a dream!!!!

I had been begging mum and dad to get my a budgie for ages and ages, I asked if I could adopt one for a Christmas present and that I would look after it no matter what, and do you know what? They actually gave in. “ok, ok we will look around tomorrow but for now……… just be good” dad exclaimed. I nodded gave him a huge kiss and ran to my bedroom as fast as I could. I couldn’t believe it!!! I actually was allowed! My dream had come true!!! I had an old rat cage, she would stay in that. (I know I know but it’s a dream….I wouldn’t do that in real life!!!) Sure enough the next day came and daddy and I jumped in the car, and search around for some budgies for sale. We searched only for about 5 minutes, when day drove up to a paddock with two tents in it. We walked up to one tent and there was an old lady there selling strawberries, we shook our heads and went to the next tent. OUR LAWYER??? Why was he here? I slowly walked back to the car, knowing HE didn’t sell birds!!! Dad came out after like 5 minutes, but seemed hours, shot me a smile, then we drove silently back to the house. a day quickly sped by and when I awoke the next day, dad was sitting on my bed holding a green sickly budgie in his large hands. I jumped out of bed, and kissed him over and over. He explained how our lawyer’s brother had had it and that is was sick and only going to live a couple of days. But that it was better than nothing. Dad handed it over to me, told me to put it in the cage, and then he left. Her deep forest green feathers and the gleam in her eyes. I fell in love with her instantly. I put her in her cage a looked at her through the bars. She chirped slightly at me. I smiled and held out my finger to her in her cage. She jumped on and climbed up to my shoulder. Envy. That was her name, envy, for green with envy! She stayed on me all the time what ever I was doing. The days quickly passed, envy and I were having so much fun. One morning, I woke up to find a lifeless bird at the bottom of her cage, her illness that had been told about and the one that would make sure she would only last a couple of days, had taken over her in the middle of the night. There was no sparkling eye gleaming at me, no joyful chirps, no loving green cuddles. My best friend and favorite little girl had gone.
I heard a chirp in the distance echo around me.

RIP envy, though not real will always be remembered and will always be loved.



Wow, this seems so bad, compared to the last stories!!!! Gosh, well at least I tried!!!!

[Nancy]

Mom and Dad, who were in their 80's, had a budgie named Tiger. Really, it was Mom's bird. It's cage was kept in the kitchen and Mom spent hours talking to her every day. Those two loved each other. Tiger knew me because I visited every weekend and she would always come up to me in her cage and give me kisses and let me blow on her back or tummy. But it was Mom that Tiger loved. When Mom became critically ill, Tiger's cage moved into her bedroom with her. They were together until the end.
After Mom died we all grieved. Even Tiger. I would visit my father and Tiger every day and try to give Tiger kisses, but she was totally despondent. She wouldn't chirp or move off her perch. One night, I had a conversation with Mom in my head. I said, "Mom, I am taking care of Dad, but you have to help me with Tiger. Worrying about both of them is becoming more than I can deal with."
Well, the next day when I checked on my father, I went up to Tiger's cage. As I was bending over, to try to give her kisses, she literally jumped off her perch over to me. The old Tiger was back. I like to think my Mom had something to do with it and that her spirit was near by.
Tiger lived happily for another 3 years, but she always missed Mom. I know I still do.

[redgirl]

True story told by Willow

I was sat in a large cage with lots of other fellow friends when I noticed a little girl and a lady looking at all of us, I could tell I was going to be the chosen one because when I was doing all my little flips and was enjoying myself I could see them smiling at me. The journey home was great I was so excited I knew I was going on an adventure and was really happy, I knew I was leaving my friends behind but knew where I was going I was going to be loved and even happier then I could ever imagine. Once I arrived home the lady and the little girl looked so happy and another girl appeared, I now know these people as Angie,Jennifer and Lucy. My cage was all perfect with lots of toys I felt so happy to have all this space for myself, I had lovely food and lovely seeds, my cage is always clean and tidy, I never once felt affraid with my family. Soon as my cage door opens I get so excited and love to jump on my owners hands, especially lucy she always talks to me and laughs when I fly around the room, I love coming out of my cage and seeing my family I feel so safe and secure. I never want to go to sleep though as soon as the cover goes over my cage I know that fun time is over and I have to be quiet so that I and my family can sleep. In a morning I chirp so loudly so that my cover can be removed and I can see the lovely day light shining through the window, I now have realised that this is the best time of the day because I get to spread my wings and do a lot of excercise, I also like to be petted because I am very affectionate and love to feel very important. I am very happy because I know that soon I will be able to meet the little lady next door and then I can move into the main room of the house where everybody is. And I have a feeling I and Skyla will get along just great and have lots of fun together. I love to be bathed, because sometimes my vent can get very dirty and I know that my owner will clean me properly, the only thing I do not like very much is flying when my wings are wet, I feel so heavy and can only fly very low but once I am dry I feel so clean and fresh, my feathers are all glossy and clean. The purpose of this story is to say thankyou to my owners for taking me in and making me so very happy. this is my story love from Willow x

[A-n-M]

I was wondering can I take a story that's already made and make it a budgie story instead, like changing things to things that relate to budgies?

[redgirl]

When is the deadline Dave xxxx

[Dave]

No deadline. Just everyone keep posting. :D

[vicks080]

I was 14 years old, being a nerd in high school, I was always bullied. Being called a nerd, dummy, 4 eyes, and beat up etc at school. This bullying kept on going for 3 years. I didn't tell anybody because I was afraid of what might happen after to me. The only thing that would keep me facing school and my peers was my budgie, Hope. He would chirp everytime in the morning to wake me up. He would not stop chirping until I woke up. So during those 3 years, I faced school with the help of Hope. Everytime I came home from school, I would come home crying and Hope would lick my tears away. Then one day, I had enough. I couldn't take this bullying anymore. I went to the attic, and pulled out my dad's hunting gun and pointed it at the left side of my chest. Hope was on my shoulder at the time, he flew to the gun and nibbled at the trigger where my finger was. My finger trembled as I was about to pull the trigger. It wouldn't budge. I looked at the trigger, and turned out Hope had crawled to fit in that little space between my finger and the trigger. My finger was stuck and so was the trigger and Hope. From that day on, Hope had taught me alot of things, to not go the easy way out and that life is worth living. My parents never found out I wanted to kill myself, it was Hope that knew, and stopped it. I am now 78 years old, living happily with my husband. I still remember Hope from 64 years ago.

[redgirl]

I was 14 years old, being a nerd in high school, I was always bullied. Being called a nerd, dummy, 4 eyes, and beat up etc at school. This bullying kept on going for 3 years. I didn't tell anybody because I was afraid of what might happen after to me. The only thing that would keep me facing school and my peers was my budgie, Hope. He would chirp everytime in the morning to wake me up. He would not stop chirping until I woke up. So during those 3 years, I faced school with the help of Hope. Everytime I came home from school, I would come home crying and Hope would lick my tears away. Then one day, I had enough. I couldn't take this bullying anymore. I went to the attic, and pulled out my dad's hunting gun and pointed it at the left side of my chest. Hope was on my shoulder at the time, he flew to the gun and nibbled at the trigger where my finger was. My finger trembled as I was about to pull the trigger. It wouldn't budge. I looked at the trigger, and turned out Hope had crawled to fit in that little space between my finger and the trigger. My finger was stuck and so was the trigger and Hope. From that day on, Hope had taught me alot of things, to not go the easy way out and that life is worth living. My parents never found out I wanted to kill myself, it was Hope that knew, and stopped it. I am now 78 years old, living happily with my husband. I still remember Hope from 64 years ago.

That was fiction wasn't it. xxx

[vicks080]

Lol, yes it is redgirl.

[redgirl]

Lol, yes it is redgirl.

I nearly cried at first, till I read your profile. Then I thought maybe it was someone you knew that it had happened to. Very good story hunni xxxx :)

[vicks080]

I nearly cried at first, till I read your profile. Then I thought maybe it was someone you knew that it had happened to. Very good story hunni xxxx :)

But I have seen something like that on Animal Miracles except it was about a parrot saving a family from a fire.

[redgirl]

Awww thats a great story though, really imaginative:thumbsup:

[zarrion101]

Budgie Luck


For me life has got so much better now but let’s step back and see how lucky a budgie such as I am now. Just about a year ago I was abandoned in the cold and frosty weather in a dark and decrepit box, left all by myself alone in a forest by a murky lake. The car drove off out of site and disappeared into the thick fog that night. While I struggled with hunger and thirst just behind it, I did manage to find a decent natural habitat to accommodate myself and my frosty feathers. As I thought to myself over and over, why am I here? What did I do wrong? And most of all what happened to the others in the aviary and that angry abusive man who was my owner!

Then only three days later while I slowly opened my eyes, I felt warmth, comfort and even happiness in the strangest way. Right in front of my budgie like beak was the most prettiest and sweetest child I had ever seen. I had noticed that I was in a cage once more but the pleasures that I used to enjoy once was brought back. For some reason I felt like the luckiest bird alive. I am lucky to have my resources and even my owner who I could love forever.

But still now I cannot help feeling what the others birds must have gone through, maybe there were those who weren’t as lucky as me and maybe they didn’t have a caring family to the rescue and my heart goes out for them all the way. And now this day a year on I am still here happy as a bird in a cage!

Written by Zarrion Walker
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There is 280 words in the story. It's not a true story but I tried to my best for a short idea. The smallest I think have ever wrote. :o

[redgirl]

That story was lovely hunni, you are very talented xxx :D

[zarrion101]

Thank you Angie, I wrote it in a short space of time so it's not like my others, with weeks of planning. :o I liked your story as well, you described how Willow's journey from a busy pet shop to a loving home with lovely people, :p quite well. :)

[redgirl]

Thankyou sweetie xxxx :p

[Animallover]

Hello, my name is Merry and this is my story. It begins at the pet store, when I was talking with my pal, Pippin.
"You know, Merry, I would never want to get caught by that giant monster and be taken away from our wonderful home"
"Pippin, I would love to get a chance to get out of this place, and be a wild bird! You wouldn't?"
"I'm not sure that's what happens when the giant gets you."
But it happened one day. I realized that the giant was chasing after me in particular, but I got too scared to let it catch me. It took about half an hour, but it caught me. Good news: it caught Pippin, too. It stuffed us in this tiny box, right after it ruing my wings. What was it thinking?!?!?!?!?! I was taken to a house and put in a small cage.
After a few days or so, 2 little girls chased us around and took us out. Little did I know that this was the beginning of a friendship. We sat on their shoulders, and the bigger one introduced us to the wonderful new world of veggies!
But I knew it could not last. As kind as these 2 girls were, I still had a dream of becoming a wild bird. So, as I sat on their shoulders, I told them that I must go, and not to get to attached to Pippin & I. Whether they understood me, I don't know.
One day, a new, baby budgie (Misty) came into our home. Misty kept on telling me that I was crazy, and that the big world was scary and that there was "no food, or cages, or nibbly strings to chew on. You should stay!"
No little baby chick could change my mind, though! Besides she was annoying.
But one day, I saw the bigger girl crying on her bed. I chirped to make her feel better, but it didn't help. Later, I figured out why she was crying: we were moving! I didn't know, though that moving meant she wouldn't have time for us, or that at the new house our cage would stay outside. It was very stressful, but, as I told Pippin, it was the perfect chance. We were outside, so we could get away, and the girls wouldn't even know the difference.
So one night, Pippin bit the door until it opened! Reluctantly, we invited Misty to come along with us, but she just nipped at Pippin and said, "You're stupid!”
So off we went, Pippin and I. For the very first time, I was flying free. No cages or boundaries! I was free! The end.

Based on a true story. Sorry it's so long! 450 words or something.

[keet_tweet4]

umm, ok...it's a pretty boring story though..lol..

Aloha the Budgie's first flight
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I perched on the edge of the nest box, looking below me. My brothers and sisters thrashed through the air, struggling to fly highest. The sloppily landed on perches, little chests heaving, before taking off again. Quite a few swooped to the floor, because they missed the perch. My daddy was flying with the others, and my mommy perched atop the nest box. I was stiff and shuffled my feet, looking at the long drop. "Go on" urged my mommy, "your brothers and sisters are doing it.". I sighed, and then slowly leaned forward. I was terrified and my head began to hurt, my breath came fast, and I had a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was just about to lean back into the nest box when...my stupid, show off sister, Honolulu, flapped past, shocking me. I felt my feet (sweaty from being perched in the same spot so long) slip from the box, and I was falling!! The ground came into detail..I spread my wings and tail to cushion my fall and..I was swooping low to the ground! I, shocked, just kept hurtling toward the ground until at the last moment I pushed my tail down and WHOOSH! I was swooping upward!! I used all my power and flapped like crazy! I managed a sloppy landing on a perch. My brothers, Kapalua, Tequila, Wailea, and Leleiwi, and my sisters, Honolulu, Lei, Maui, Kauai, Hula, Manu, and Maha, and my daddy, Ahalanui, and my mommy, Makalawena, all shouted "YAY ALOHA COCONUT!" and I blushed, and flapped off the perch once more, to play with my siblings.
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lol, that was probably 400 words..:o

[keet_tweet4]

it's not really true..lol :) :)

are we judging these and going to have a winner or something? :jumping:

[Amy]

I'm not sure I should enter, mine is like 1,000 words...

[zarrion101]

I'm not sure I should enter, mine is like 1,000 words...

Well, can you try and size it down. Look at your long sentences and especially the ones with descriptive words and try and alter it about. I played around with my story for a while until I had something near the max.

[Amy]

It's sort of impossible, because I had already shortened the real version.. :P

[zarrion101]

It's sort of impossible, because I had already shortened the real version.. :P

Ah I see.:confused1: That is a shame then.

[Amy]

Yep, you see, what we need now is a long story comp! Or a medium. :P

[zarrion101]

After all that time you wrote it too, you could still post it though. Not in the competition but for people to read. I'm sure we would all like to read it. :)

[ronsig]

Here is my true story.
Sigrid,
Waterloo, Ontario, Canada



******’s Story

What happened to me? I was so happy in a big space with lots of friends. Now, I am sitting here in a room by myself. A boy comes in with his friends, and they shout at me: “TALK! Say your name! Stupid bird! Say N-I-G-G-E-R!” What do they want? I cannot “talk”. I cannot even hear right. But they don’t know that. And they don’t care. They leave. I am so lonely. I am so sad.

The boy goes on a trip. I spend the time next door with two nice people who talk to me but don’t expect me to say anything in their strange language. I even get to leave the cage. I love it. But the boy comes back. I am “******” again. But I still cannot talk. I am even sadder now.
The boy goes on a trip again. This time I am lucky. He never picks me up and I get to stay with people who love me the way I am! They call me “Schnappi.” How stupid is that? I thought ****** was bad! The boy never visits me. Fine! I don’t miss him either.

Then for the first time since I left my childhood buddies behind, I get a friend with feathers! The stories she tells are even worse than mine. She won’t say where she came from. But somehow she found herself outside with sparrows, looking for food; always scared of something they called “cats”. When people caught her, she was so happy. But soon they expected her to “talk” too. “Talk, or you will be out with the sparrows again,” they said. She tried so hard to be the pet they wanted, but she failed – just like me.

I am so happy that I have this friend to share my life now.
She is blue, I am green. Life is good.

Schnappi:budgie:
the budgie formerly known as “******”

[Bojinx]

My New Home
by Butterscotch

Good.
The lights are on.
Maybe today will be the day. I don't like it here at this store. The other budgies are polite, but not exactly nice. It's not my fault I'm different. I didn't ask for these red eyes. I know I look scruffy too, but that's just because I'm moulting. Today won't be my day. The other birds are just too cute.

OH WAIT. Here comes some one. Okay. Time to look my best. Let me just do some preening here... oh.

Oh. It's just the store lady here to swap out the food and water dishes. She's nice, and always makes funny whistle noises at me. I wonder if she is allowed to take me home. Who am I kidding... she would pick one of the others before me.

All the others here like to play. I do too, but I'm not in the mood. Maybe after I finish moulting. I should feel better then. But they probably won't want to play with me. Not with my different eyes.

Why did I have to be born like this? I'm not like the others... with my eyes, and my cream-colored feathers. All of the others are pretty. Blues... and yellows... and greens... and whites. Maybe after my moult my feathers will be a pretty color instead of creamy. Maybe.

Oh, There is a man whistling at us. He's talking too. He must like one of the others. I heard him call someone a pretty bird. Wait... nevermind... he walked away.

There's the store lady again, and the man is with her. She has the net, so one of the others is getting a new home it seems. The man seems nice, so whoever it is will be a lucky bird.

Wait. There must be some mistake. She's chasing me with the net. Stop it. Please.

What's this box. It's dark in here. What is he saying. I can hear the man talking.

What?

He says my eyes are beautiful? He says my color is perfect? He likes me? I... I get a new home?

Today IS my day.

[redgirl]

That is a lovely story xxx :)

[Marsheliah]

I Have A Name And A Home

I have no name. I sit in the corner of the cage. I get lonely, so I flutter over to a perch, trying to find a place among the crowded Budgies on the perch. There is no room. I cling in an odd position to a toy. I have been here for a long time. The person who feeds and waters us is scary. He moves to fast. Here he comes. I prepare to fly.

But it is not a keeper. It is a potential owner. Though in a quite uncomfortable position I try to fluff my feathers and look cute. And a person peers in at us through the glass. She seems nice enough. I see a large cage behind her. Someone in the store is getting a home today. I have been here too long though. I am too old. She points in my direction, but I know it can’t be me. I am not a good bird, as I am too old.

Here comes the keeper. He has a net. He puts the net in and chases me. ME! I fly fast as I can. This can’t be right. I see the nice girl. I am netted. He brings me out and closes the cage. He clips my wings, and lets the girl into the little care room. I cock my head and look at her. I step on her hand, and she settles me gently in the box.

An hour later, I am in a large cage, and comfortable. I see the girl. I am scared, and will not tame easily. But I am sure of one thing. I am no random Budgie. I have a name. I am Ollie. And I have a home.

[Anja12]

ronsig, I really love your story!
The others are pretty good, too! :)

[Anja12]

Ok, here´s my (true) story (very long, sorry for that :o ):

Hi folks!

My name is Findik.
I’m a white budgie hen, and three years old.

(I’m a German budgie, so please apologize my poor English).

I used to live with my human family, and really loved them.
I was allowed to fly free in the flat, and most of the time I spent with my humans (in my cage, I felt so alone…).

Actually, my life was very good. I was well cared, had good food, and enough space to fly.

But there was something that made me pensive. I had that strange feeling of something missing. The feeling was there when I woke up, and when I went to sleep. There used to be something in my past giving me security. But I didn’t know exactly what it was, I just felt some kind of lack.

One day, my owner (a lovely human boy) cried a lot. I had no idea why.
I sat on his shoulder chucking his skin, trying to make him feel better. But he only cried more. He said something like “I love you, Findik, and this is the only way to make you happy”. I have no idea what he meant. Maybe it had something to do with the eggs I laid for him? I started to lay eggs a few month ago. I’ve laid a lot, and I was very proud of them. Unfortunately, my owner didn’t seem to be amused with these presents. After a while, I got weaker and weaker (laying eggs is very exhausting), so he took me to the vet. They talked about getting another budgie for me. This would stop me laying eggs, and save me from death (death?! What the hell were they talking about?!). The boy cried and said something like “my mom doesn’t want another bird, there’s no way to get one”. We got back home then. Since that time, he used to cry very often.

Another day, as I sat on my owners shoulder like I always did, he was crying again. I felt so helpless. There was no chance for me to console him.

Then suddenly, three other humans appeared. They talked to me and my owner, and then, he grabbed me, kissed me, and said “goodbye my love, I hope that you will be a happy bird”. Then I was put into a little box. Strange noises, darkness. After a while, we seemed to enter another flat, and I was put into a cage. I fell asleep soon, after a delicious millet meal.

Next day. Still there –I missed my little owner badly.
The two humans I got to know the day before appeared and talked gently to me. Then I was grabbed again (I hate that!). They took me to another vet, and then back to what seemed to be my new home. I heard some strange noises that seemed familiar to me, but I couldn’t remember. The two humans were nice, but I missed my little human.

A few days later, I felt better The two humans were very nice. I was allowed to fly around, and they talked to me very often.

And then, one day, it happened: I flew into a room where the strange noises came from – guess what I saw? Three guys just like me. They had my size, feathers, and wonderful colours. And they talked a language I knew long time ago. This was one of the most exiting days in my life! I decided to move into their cage (much bigger than mine). The two humans laughed and said something like “we wanted to wait a few days, but now you’ve taken the decision. It’s ok”. Well, that was the beginning of a totally new life for me.

I learned how to talk budgie language again. It was so wonderful to talk to the others! They really understood what I was saying – not like my human, who never seemed to get what I wanted to say. It was wonderful to listen to their stories, and they loved mine. And the most wonderful thing ever: I fell in love. This cock is the most beautiful budgie I’ve ever seen. His colour is green, and he is a very handsome guy. And the best is, he loves me, too. I can’t describe what it feels like to be loved by someone who is like you. I have to find a new word for it.

As I’m sitting here, telling my story, suddenly I have a certain feeling: The feeling I missed for years! It´s this wonderful warm feeling of security you have when someone you really love chucks your head and whispers silent loving words.

I am really a very happy bird now.

[ronsig]

wbat a nice story....
I have problems reading it - tears are blurring my vision.

"..... And they lived happily ever after"....... I just love these stories with happy endings....:lovers:

Thanks, and by the way, Findik's English is great!!! Maybe he is an English budgie after all?
He is not only lucky, he is also very smart....

Sigrid :budgie: :budge:
Waterloo, Ont. Canada

[keet_tweet4]

thats a great story, and when you read it, it doeasn't seem so long.

all the stories are great! ;)

[homebird]

I loved that story as well - no trouble with the English - I'm all teary. :budgie: