We had a budgie
named Georgie. He was the first pet my sister and I were allowed and we thought he was great. Sadly for Georgie, once my brother was born the attention he had got waned so he got cantankerous and vicious in the space of a few months. We think it was jealousy as he would go especially mental if my brother went anywhere near him, making that very odd noise pee-ed off budgies emit.

Not only was he now the grumpiest pet bird ever but he was obviously a genetic freak. He lived well beyond the average life span of his breed and as his age increased so did his bad temper.

He finally carked it when we were away on holiday and my nan was looking after him for the week. She had a look at him one morning and thought he "looked a bit peaky" so decided to perk him up with a spoon-full of brandy. As she reached into the cage to grab him, Georgie had one final hissy fit and sank his beak into her finger with which he promptly died. Cue my Nan, in great pain, leaping around her kitchen trying to shake a dead bird off her finger.

Georgie - he died as he lived, hating the human race.
(Innogen, Fri 25 Apr 2008, 13:50, Reply)