I will never eat a fried food again, I am completely heart broken. Today, a tragic accident occured. My precious, hardly more than a baby, parakeet named Attia died.
While my grandmother and I waited for the oil we had used for tostadas to cool down, something frightened my poor Attia. She flew off and, being so young, she wasn't used to the house yet. My grandma rushed to shut the kitchen door to avoid her escape. Startled, she flew off and the fan knocked her off balance. The tip of her wing hit the oil and she recoiled, flapping wildly. This only made more fly up around her and douse her in the liquid. We gently trie to put her in the sink and wash off the oil. Her eyes had been fried shut and she was burning hot. We buried her in the backyard.
Attia was a sweet little thing. She was finger trained already, trusting, and the quietest bird I've ever seen. I'm afraid I don't know what to say. It must have been so painful. I was ann idiot to let her fly before the oil was gone. Still, seeing her eyes fried shut is a horrible, haunting image I can't rid myself off.
I know it may seem silly, but I would really appreciate if someone would say anything for the precious little thing. If you're religious maybe a prayer or a friend just best wishes...I'd just really like to feel like I wasn't the only one who would care about her.
...I don't know what else to say. I'm still just in shock. Of all the places to land, it was there. Anything you could say for Attia would, like I said, be appreciated greatly. Please.