My brother is getting a budgie and this made me sad to think of the lovely budgie we used to have. It is a TRAGIC story to be honest and for this reason I have decided to dedicate today's blog to it. Note: the budgie in the picture wasn't mine but failing to find a picture of peckyiver i had to improvise and use google.
It all started one sunny day when dad looked out of the kitchen window and spotted something small an blue on the lawn. It took us a few suspicious minutes to realise that it was a budgie, after which Will and i decided that we had no choice, we had to catch and keep it. So we did and surprisingly catching this budgie wasn't hard.
The first problem arose when no one could agree on what to call it. Ofcourse we were going for the more traditional approach of Pecky but then dad being dad was adament that this bird was to be called Iver. So the most logic thing seemed to be to combine the two names, and hey presto....Peckyiver stuck!
Second problem, we didn't posess any budgie items ie. a cage, so Pecky lived in the downstairs toilet for quite a while actually.
Finally we got him a cage and he moved into the living room with the rest of the family. We used to let him out for a flap about from time to time and i'd like to think that he lived a happy life.
Then the tragic day came when we had to leave Pecky to go on holiday but my Grandpa assured us that he was in safe hand and so we left. To out horror we arrived home to find that there was no pecky in his cage. And thats when we found it. A dead pecky hidden under an overturned bucket in the garden. Pecky died under suspicious circumstances and to this day the case remains unclosed. RIP Peckyiver.