Last summer, when I turned 9 I had a pretty exciting thing happen, I got a pet bird. You might think it happened easily, but you would be wrong. It all started when I was 8 my Gma had a pet bird named Martha. It was a big African grey parrot. It could even talk! I always thought it was really cool it was my first inspiration for getting a pet bird.
Then something really unexpected happened. One day my mom found a baby bird outside in the front yard. It had fallen out of its nest. I was really excited. I thought it was my chance to have a pet bird. We tried to save it by keeping it warm with a hot water bottle and a towel. We put it in a little box and tried to feed it. My mom and dad said it might not live. I was nervous. After two days we went to check on the little guy. It was not moving. I was scared. We called dad to check and when he looked at it he said it was dead. I was very sad. I felt like my heart was broken.
Then my birthday came I got $121! I knew it was my 2nd chance to get a pet bird. But I was worried I would not have enough money. But I had enough money to buy it. I even had enough to buy 2 birds! I was so excited. After 18 days we went to go buy the birds.
Then, we brought it home. I was REALLY happy. Then, dad put the cage together. When we opened the box the birds were in they flew all around the room! Dad had to catch them because they were flying all over.
I like having my birds. They were hard to take care of. They were also messy. I liked taking them out of the cage. They are fun. They are the best birds in the world. I named them Harry and Sora. I love them so much. They are fast. They are good at flying.
Then one day my birds got sick. One morning, when I woke up and uncovered the birds Sora was dead. I cried a lot. I was really sad. I buried it in the back yard and then I felt a little better. Harry was still sick so we put warm water bottles in his cage and kept the blanket on the cage. Sometimes I checked on him. When I looked he was ok. When dad got home we took him out of the cage. He walked around the room. He even got on my shoulder! Once I even put him on my head! I was scared he would die. I prayed he would get better. Little by little he got better. He did not die. Then everything went back to normal. We started taking him out of the cage when dad gots home. Harry used to hit the walls. But he maneuvers out of the way now. I am happy that I have a pet bird. That’s how I got a pet bird. The end.
