frshwaterfinatc
Aquarium Advice Freak
I DID suck my parakeet up in the vacuum. I did NOT mean to. I was vacuuming the hulls up from around his cage with the hose. Let me rewind to a previous story to help you understand the extremely inquisitive nature of my bird.
It was time to feed my goldfish. I had the parakeet out, and he was sitting on his cage, singing wildly. Calmy I opened the fish food and prepared to sprinkle flakes into the water. The bird's beady little eye caught the movement and suspected there might be something in it for him. Just as the flakes landed in the water, so did that bird. Flew all the way across the room and crashed in, flapping up and down above the fish- his little legs kicking and flakes stuck all over his feathers. The fish almost died of fright. The bird had to be netted out and dried.
I knew my bird was so curious he was stupid. But I underestimated it.
So as I placidly vacuumed these seed hulls up, I didn't notice the crazy parakeet charging on foot across my dresser to find out what was happening to the hulls. Until he was suctioned head first into the hose nozzle of the vacuum with a sickening *thhuuck*. All that was sticking out was a tail, the tips of his wings, and neatly compressed feet. In my panic I fumbled around for the off switch, in tears. I knew I'd killed my poor, insanely curious birdy. My dear, dear, bird.
When I did finally hit the switch off, there was no movement. I stood in shock, not sure I wanted to see my decapitated best friend. But before I had a complete meltdown, that invincible budgie's little legs scrambled and pushed and out popped my parakeet. The vacuum had left his head on, but had pulled all the feathers forward in one bizarre feather do I'll christen "SONIC WIND". I nearly choked laughing.
Needless to say, I never let that bird out when I vacuumed again. Nor when I fed the fish. (Or ate spaghetti, but that's another story...)
It was time to feed my goldfish. I had the parakeet out, and he was sitting on his cage, singing wildly. Calmy I opened the fish food and prepared to sprinkle flakes into the water. The bird's beady little eye caught the movement and suspected there might be something in it for him. Just as the flakes landed in the water, so did that bird. Flew all the way across the room and crashed in, flapping up and down above the fish- his little legs kicking and flakes stuck all over his feathers. The fish almost died of fright. The bird had to be netted out and dried.
I knew my bird was so curious he was stupid. But I underestimated it.
So as I placidly vacuumed these seed hulls up, I didn't notice the crazy parakeet charging on foot across my dresser to find out what was happening to the hulls. Until he was suctioned head first into the hose nozzle of the vacuum with a sickening *thhuuck*. All that was sticking out was a tail, the tips of his wings, and neatly compressed feet. In my panic I fumbled around for the off switch, in tears. I knew I'd killed my poor, insanely curious birdy. My dear, dear, bird.
When I did finally hit the switch off, there was no movement. I stood in shock, not sure I wanted to see my decapitated best friend. But before I had a complete meltdown, that invincible budgie's little legs scrambled and pushed and out popped my parakeet. The vacuum had left his head on, but had pulled all the feathers forward in one bizarre feather do I'll christen "SONIC WIND". I nearly choked laughing.
Needless to say, I never let that bird out when I vacuumed again. Nor when I fed the fish. (Or ate spaghetti, but that's another story...)
