GutFuck?

So, you guys remember my immortal bird?
Well, as I said a few days ago he’s blind now. But he gets along with his life just fine, eats, sleeps, bathes, plays… etc.

Today he attacked the wall again.

Most days he just lay in his corner being all melodramatic and having Aya feed him when he can clearly take care of himself just fine.
But this week he’s really been energetic! He bathed for a loooong time and even groomed himself properly so he looked really nice! And he’s been standing around instead of just doing some power jumps to get to where he wants to go. And I think that’s amazing.

He can die tomorrow or in two years, I don’t know… but this is the fourth year in which I have been sure he won’t see tomorrow. (He’s ten years old)

This bird is freaking incredible. Just as it looks like he’s about to die he just says “lol nope” and keeps on living. I’ll be honestly surprised the day he goes. 

So after a few months of suspecting my old scruffy bird is blind, I had it confirmed when he suddenly attacked the wall when Noki walked behind him. And as soon as she moved he attacked again. The complete wrong direction.
So he’s trying to rely on smell and hearing, and that obviously isn’t working out very well.

But he still seems like a happy bird, he likes bathing, eating cucumber and soft birdie foods. 

I have tested his sight a few times and the fact that he reacted gave me hope, but I never once thought he reacted because of the heat from my finger. So I used a crouching needle to see if he would follow it. He didn’t, on any eye. 

*Deep sigh*

He has his days though. He’s been standing up for a good while now, and doing nice jumps to get where he wants to. His wings won’t let him fly though, the feathers are too worn and he’s too weak to replace them. 

I fear he’ll die next molting season… but then again, that’s what I’ve thought for the past four years.

I swear he’s immortal.

Remember my immortal bird?

Well… this was his sixth time dying.

I had cleaned him off since he only spends time on the floor these days, so he gets sand and poop in his tail feathers. 

After washing him I put him in a paper towel and held him close to make sure this old lil’ guy kept his body temperature at a nice level.

Almost dry, I put him back in the aviary and he’s just laying there. 

Eyes closing and opening, faint breathing, claws clenching, and no other part of his body moving.
All of which are signs of a dying bird.

Then when I lift him up from the paper towel and put him on the sand so that his friend could come and mourn him should he pass, he springs back to life and shrugs off. Yells at me for touching him, and then begins grooming himself.

I WAS CRYING BECAUSE OF YOU, YOU SILLY LITTLE BIRD.

No matter what I do, I’m JUST NOT GOOD at doing the dishes. I realize that now when I use a frying pan which I three months ago fried fish sticks in, to fry pancakes… And I can just say… one wouldn’t think I’m making pancakes… some delicious fish dish though, that’d be agreeable. Maybe I should top the pancakes with fish sti-

Stop right there.

Slap me.

Seriously, slap me…