Years ago, we had a little budgie that we named Oliver. The first time that I ever saw him was when I went to a breeders home and as he lifted a little bowl that was sitting on the kitchen counter, a little pin-feathery head popped up over the rim and two little black eyes stared fearlessly at me. I didn't get to take him home that day because he was still a baby and needed his mom, but a few weeks later, he joined our family and was there for the next eleven years.
He tasted our dinners, harassed the dogs and entertained us with his charming little feathered presence. And on his last day, I sat and cradled him for the hours it took him to move back to the source of creation as his little flame slowly flickered out.
Ever since then, I have loved budgies and this little sculpture of paper mache is a tribute to all those wonderful little birds. I hope you enjoy!
