Waking up to the sound of a Canary’s song is such a beautiful experience but when it’s happening 5am on a Saturday not so much. I love it when Wally gets on my shoulder but I would love to snap his neck after she shits on me. She loved the outside, I never seen him talk to any birds but I like to think she had lots of friends. My mom took his cage outside so he can get that fresh air and I saw her trying to get out so I opened her door. She was chirping to her friends telling them to come hangout and eat seeds but that got a cat’s attention. The cat came close and Wally tried to get big and hold his ground, the cat took a swipe at him, Wally scared now tried to fly away but the cat pounced landing on Wally’s neck. Chirping for dear life under her paw begging for help, the cat bit his head off and ate the rest of him.
I didn’t see what happened but that what I like to think what happened. The last time I saw him was when I opened his cage door so I’m really the one who killed him.
RIP Wally, my third pet bird.