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December 5, 2023
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Cinnamon was 6 months old when I brought her home. Her original name was Sarah. She was a cinnamon colored Cockatiel. She was my best friend and my baby. Not realizing how wonderful our bond would be, I decided that I wanted a cockatiel because my brother was getting one. She wound up being there when I felt like I needed someone to talk to. It was not unusual to catch me walking around the house with her on my shoulder. She would happily steal food from her human's plate. She was only ever really close to a handful of people. She was once spooked and ran across a plate of rice much to my brother's dismay. He is one of the ones he was close to and one of the few she considered her flock. She enjoyed spending time with my parents, aunt and my husband. My dad nicknamed her Chicken Hawk years ago. Her favorite things were shiny objects, including teeth, glasses and sometimes eyes. She loved to pick at jewelry and preen my husband's beard. She will be sorely missed by all, but most especially by her human mama. She was told good morning every morning, spoke to throughout the day and good night every night, not just by me, but my husband as well. Even by the littlest in the house, my two year old. She was tiny but mighty and put a couple of dogs in their place. She ruled the roost and wasn't scared by much as she got older. As she got older, she became more of a grumpy old lady. We felt like she earned that right. I hope she is enjoying her friends' company at the bridge. She will be forever loved and missed the most by me. Fly high my Cinnabird, love your mom.