He was always loud and opinionated, a firm believer that humans were put on earth to scritch his little head.
He had the softest feathers of any parrot I've been fortunate enough to touch.
We're still not quite sure what happened. I noticed his nares were red and he fell off his perch. I hospitalized him over night and his breathing got better. I brought him home, but could get enough nutrition down his stubborn little beak. Back to the hospital, where he was doing better and then died that night. The necropsy suggested he died of aspiration.
All I know is that he's gone and I miss him terribly.
Flash seems to have blossomed though, now that Nicholas is gone. He didn't spend much time being sad or looking for his cage mate, but he immediately began singing Nicholas songs -- as loud and pure and uncannily accurate as if it were Nicholas himself.
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