Friday, March 22, 2013

Bye Bye Jack!

Oh boy...I think by now you all know my obsessions...books, clothes, kitties, order...buying things in threes...obsessing over things...whoops...TMI...and zebra finches. Jack of my cute little zebra finches...I rescued him when I was still teaching...another teacher had 3 finches in a teeny tiny cage and Jack's 2 brothers were picking on him...apparently 3 birds in a cage leads to this...I brought him home and we bought him a huge cage and a brother named Jake and toys and an awesome bathtub...finches love to take baths...and he had fresh cucumber slices and salad every day and he only ate Dr. Harvey's Amazing Finch Food which costs a small fortune...when Den laughed or when the doorbell rang or when there was laughter on TV...Jack would chirp away...

Jake and Jack were pure torture for us...we loved and adored them...worried about them...our kitty sitter wouldn't watch them...when we traveled we had to take their entire cage to our friend Mary...and we could never touch them or hold them...they are so tiny they freak out. They have a heated perch. They watch the outside birds through the sunroom far as finch life goes...they were very happy. Jack was the bigger finch...he was the finch in charge. He wouldn't let Jake make nests...I would put nesting material in their cage and Jack would pick it up right away and start building. Jake would hold a tiny piece of cotton or straw in his mouth and just look at Jack in awe. Anything Jake did to the nest Jack would redo. It was funny to watch their antics. Zebra finches like Jake and Jack look very much alike but Jack had a white striped wing and was bigger...much bigger than little Jake. But we could always tell them apart by their behaviors. Sigh!

But yesterday the antics stopped. Jack was all fluffed up on the bottom of the cage...Jake hovered over him all day...they have nests at the top of the cage that they sleep in and we didn't think Jack could make it up there for the night. But he did. We had hope that he would be ok...but this morning Den found him at the bottom of the note...sigh!

Den has him wrapped in a paper towel in a Baggie in foil in the freezer...I didn't ask why.

And now there is only Jake...and he has never been he is used to having Jack yell at him all of the time. Den says no more birds. Patty, Lucy and Roxie don't agree with this. Jake will not be good on his own...he needs someone to constantly chirp/yell at him. Hmmm...

Plus things are always better in two's. Jake should not be a bird alone!

Reading this's filled with scary and unscary Lycans! Yikes!

Dinner! Bobby Flay's Shrimp and Grits! Yum!

Happy Friday! I hope Den remembers that Jack is in the freezer!


  1. I'm so sorry. Poor Jake is going to be lonely.

  2. You must watch this!!watch/4101

  3. Jake can't be left alone. What is Den thinking?? Especially in that ginormous cage. Tell Den to take Jack out of the freezer and to bury him properly, and then take him to the store to get a friend for Jake. Must be done.

  4. So sorry about Jack...I certainly didn't know about your zebra finches...

    I don't like thinking of him in the freezer...sigh.

    I'm doing Bloggiesta this weekend....I always look for an excuse to change up a As if I never do that in between the events...

  5. Awww poor things. It will be hard for him alone.

    He did the right thing freezing it until he can get a proper burial.

  6. Sorry to hear about Jack! I am sure Jake is sad. It sounds like another bird is in order, but maybe Jake will like being on his own... Good luck with that decision!

  7. DON"T let Lucy Grace read this! She might take offense that you let her be an only Tonkinese for such a long time.

    Did you ask Den why the little bird is in the freezer? Perhaps he's waiting for better weather so he can bury his beloved bird in the yard. When Thor, our Maine Coon, died, it was November and the ground had already frozen. We had a brand new deep freeze with lots of free space. We put Thor in a thick plastic trash bag and installed him in a freezer drawer. A few weeks later my neighbor (recently divorced and with no extra cash) told me that her elderly kitty was close to death, and that she didn't look forward to having to pay for cremation/burial. I told her our situation, and said, "Bring her over when the time comes!" She did, and the two kitties spent the winter together in the freezer drawer. When spring came each was buried in his/her own yard.

    Sorry about your birdy!