I have a very special bird, a canary. His name is P.T. Actually he got thousands of names. He went from Pepite to Pepito to Chicken legs and now it's P.T., lol. I love this bird. P.T. has a very exciting life. At 3 months, he was adopted by my grandmother. At this time, I was like 13 and my Junior High School, St-Marie Academy, was near my grandmother's house, closer than my home so I went there to eat lunch every day.

 

Once, I wanted to take P.T. out of his cage, just for fun. But canaries are "indoor" birds, they don't come out of their cages. Anyways my grandmother forbade me. But one time she wasn't home, I was with my grandfather, I put my hand in the cage and P.T. climbed on my hand. I kept my hand in the cage. That's when it all started. Another time I was all alone with him, my grandparents weren't home. So I took P.T. out of his cage and went to the living room and he followed me, he was walking on the floor following me. I was surprised. I went to the bathroom and he followed me too. He was following me everywhere. During the summer my grandma let a window open and when P.T. would hear me talk with my friends when I was about to open the door he was singing like a fool. He was happy to see me. Like a dog.

 

But then my grandmother moved out to someplace far away I could only go by bike. P.T. couldn't see me anymore. He was losing his feather, he wasn't eating anymore. He was nearly killing himself because he was Marie-deprived. Then when we noticed it was too serious, I asked my parents if we could bring him home. They said yes. And my little birdy's feather grew back and he was eating and he was all happy :) We nearly lost him. It's strange how a little bird can get attached to someone that much.

 

He's an old man now. Almost 4 years old. But he's still cute, he's all yellow and he got black spots at some places, like a Dalmatian, hehe he's so cute. You know what ? he eats raw pasta, just like me, lol. He loves it. And he likes chips too. The one thing he doesn't like: anything that we put on our heads, like hats, caps, bands. He starts screaming and doesn't stop until we take it off. I got some hat in my room, hanging on a lamp and he's so scared of it. lol. Oh but I love my Chicken legs ;o)