*******Bird of the Dance*******
Bertha was a yellowface opaline cinnamon skyblue hen. She came to me in 1995 when her owner decided not to keep birds because of a pet cat. I do not know how old she was, but possibly two or three.
Budgies are native to Australia, but I swear this one had Celtic roots. Bertha loved bagpipes, and she was somewhat obsessed with "Lord of the Dance". If this video was played within the range of her vision, she became excited and started to "dance" and chirp. The clattering hardshoes excited her. We had great fun making videos of our little "Bird of the Dance".
Someone asked me why I named her after a golf club? "Well, she was a driver". She was the budgie boss and all of the flock paid attention to what Bertha did and said. She played no favorites.
Bertha laid one egg that I know of. She cracked it on the day it was laid. That was the end of that.
After she had lived with me for six years, Big Bertha developed lameness. The vet diagnosed a possible tumor. Bertha bit him. As the tumor grew, she had to substitute head-bobbing for dancing, but she lived on.
One night she broke a newly growing feather which resulted in blood loss. This weakened her, and she died a few days later. Oh, how we miss the entertaining Big Bertha, Bird of the Dance!
Bertha was a yellowface opaline cinnamon skyblue hen. She came to me in 1995 when her owner decided not to keep birds because of a pet cat. I do not know how old she was, but possibly two or three.
Budgies are native to Australia, but I swear this one had Celtic roots. Bertha loved bagpipes, and she was somewhat obsessed with "Lord of the Dance". If this video was played within the range of her vision, she became excited and started to "dance" and chirp. The clattering hardshoes excited her. We had great fun making videos of our little "Bird of the Dance".
Someone asked me why I named her after a golf club? "Well, she was a driver". She was the budgie boss and all of the flock paid attention to what Bertha did and said. She played no favorites.
Bertha laid one egg that I know of. She cracked it on the day it was laid. That was the end of that.
After she had lived with me for six years, Big Bertha developed lameness. The vet diagnosed a possible tumor. Bertha bit him. As the tumor grew, she had to substitute head-bobbing for dancing, but she lived on.
One night she broke a newly growing feather which resulted in blood loss. This weakened her, and she died a few days later. Oh, how we miss the entertaining Big Bertha, Bird of the Dance!
*******Bird of the Dance*******
Bertha was a yellowface opaline cinnamon skyblue hen. She came to me in 1995 when her owner decided not to keep birds because of a pet cat. I do not know how old she was, but possibly two or three.
Budgies are native to Australia, but I swear this one had Celtic roots. Bertha loved bagpipes, and she was somewhat obsessed with "Lord of the Dance". If this video was played within the range of her vision, she became excited and started to "dance" and chirp. The clattering hardshoes excited her. We had great fun making videos of our little "Bird of the Dance".
Someone asked me why I named her after a golf club? "Well, she was a driver". She was the budgie boss and all of the flock paid attention to what Bertha did and said. She played no favorites.
Bertha laid one egg that I know of. She cracked it on the day it was laid. That was the end of that.
After she had lived with me for six years, Big Bertha developed lameness. The vet diagnosed a possible tumor. Bertha bit him. As the tumor grew, she had to substitute head-bobbing for dancing, but she lived on.
One night she broke a newly growing feather which resulted in blood loss. This weakened her, and she died a few days later. Oh, how we miss the entertaining Big Bertha, Bird of the Dance!
Bertha was a yellowface opaline cinnamon skyblue hen. She came to me in 1995 when her owner decided not to keep birds because of a pet cat. I do not know how old she was, but possibly two or three.
Budgies are native to Australia, but I swear this one had Celtic roots. Bertha loved bagpipes, and she was somewhat obsessed with "Lord of the Dance". If this video was played within the range of her vision, she became excited and started to "dance" and chirp. The clattering hardshoes excited her. We had great fun making videos of our little "Bird of the Dance".
Someone asked me why I named her after a golf club? "Well, she was a driver". She was the budgie boss and all of the flock paid attention to what Bertha did and said. She played no favorites.
Bertha laid one egg that I know of. She cracked it on the day it was laid. That was the end of that.
After she had lived with me for six years, Big Bertha developed lameness. The vet diagnosed a possible tumor. Bertha bit him. As the tumor grew, she had to substitute head-bobbing for dancing, but she lived on.
One night she broke a newly growing feather which resulted in blood loss. This weakened her, and she died a few days later. Oh, how we miss the entertaining Big Bertha, Bird of the Dance!
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