We lost our beloved cockatiel Athalia


Sunday morning about 8:45 or so, I was making lunch for everybody to eat after church. Athalia began chirping in a strange way I had never heard from her before. So I came around the corner asking, "Whatcha doing, little one?" and couldn’t see her. When I got to her cage (we call it her room), she was sprawled out on the floor with her wings spread. She looked up at me, I picked her up, and she was lifeless. I freaked! I ran out of the house with her and drove her to the pet ER. Shirley wasn’t far behind me. Dr. Jones there said she had no heartbeat and there was nothing he could do. We think she had a heart attack. Lotta crying in our house yesterday!

Our bishop blessed her little self and sent her on. We know she’s with God, the angels and saints around the throne, and we will see her again.

We visited a person who raises birds yesterday afternoon (not yet intending to buy!), and a little one chose us. She’s a pyrrhura (conure, the parrot family -- and can be taught to talk!), green, with some blue feathers and maroon tailfeathers. We couldn’t resist!

So we welcome little Abbey Ruth to our family (I keep threatening to call her Abbey Road! haha).