All last night and most of today, out of habit when walking past Boobutt's cage I would look for him and do my bird chirp to him. Only realizing I did not get a chirp back. My heart sank. Zeb had flown in once to the unoccupied cage looking down and seeing not his friend. Then looking at me. Again my heart broke. And in some bird way, Zeb's heart broke too. So I said to him. "Do you feel as bad as I do? Would you like a new friend?" Even though Zeb did not respond to my question, I answered it for him. Because my heart ached for the answer "yes."

So.....off I went on my quest to fulfill this need.

And Wa-La.....

He is petrified right now in his new home, as the picture depicts. Will take a few months to acclimate him to at least be comfortable with me. The first few days, basically you move very slowly in order not to startle and talk softly. Then eventually getting them used to my finger to step up, by placing my hand into their cage a few times a day. Reassuring them and being gentle.

Green is my favorite color. I was planning on having my last parakeet green, but they did not have any. So I got blue. I cannot tell if he is a he or she yet. Too early. But, I will assume he is a he for now.

I will probably just end up calling him "Boo."