notes

a small space for venting, thinking out loud, and letting things out without trying to make them meaningful.

Sipping coffee with my husband while watching my two budgies cuddle feels too good to be true. I genuenly feel like I died 3 years ago and that I'm in heaven now. Life does get better, you just need to be there to witness it.

Ozzy is thriving and gaining so much confidence. He is a brave little fella. Kira is there to show him everything and be there every step of the way. She really is head over heels obsessed with taking care of this baby budgie. Ozzy is very much besties with her but is slowly growing less anxiously attached and more healthy sibling relationship. They have little arguments here and there, but overall very social. Kira is doing fine, as energetic and sweet as usual, but I am still taking her to a checkup soon. Her cere is a bit rough because of her hormones.

Kira had a coughing fit yesterday evening, found an avian vet to take her to. Meanwhile I asked for some tips in a Facebook group and someone was unnecesarily mean to me about it. Others told me it might be an irritant in the air. Even though she's as lively as ever, I just want her to be okay. I would trade the whole world being mean to me 24/7 just for her to be alright.

I talked to a vet about Kira. He gave me some steps to take, I got the stuff he told me to. Kira is acting normal. Ozzy is finally breaking out of his shell with me. He managed to eat from my hand, but then we had some drama about going back to his cage, as he loves to stay with Kira 24/7.