...our "otherwise feral cockatiel," Andy - named for his ability to sing the song (and only that song) when we rescued him from the bird pound in San Diego 5 years ago - has taken wing to the Mayberry of Eternity. The Beloved found him in his little house, resting gently. We buried him out back with a millet spray in a nice shoebox, just out of reach of my wonderful cat, Payton (Chicago girl that I am) who died on my 37th birthday.
Then we went inside and had chicken for dinner.
(Hey - had I known in time, we'd've ordered pizza!)
RIP, Andy. You were a funny, friendly, and all-around excellent bird.