Little Ivy Berry bird sadly passed away this week. She was only with us since December last year and she’s never been 100%.
Her comb never stood up straight, and she was always slightly slower than the other girls. But do you know what, it didn’t make the slightest bit of difference to the enjoyment Ivy got out of life, and it didn’t make a difference to how much I loved her.
She adored treats, squealing with joy when I brought grapes out and I always knew to get my fingers out of the way (particularly if I had bright red nails).
She was always with her two best friends, Holly and Mistletoe, from the moment we packed the three of them into a box at the rescue centre they’ve never had a squabble, sticking together, learning together and exploring the world together.
When she slowed down more this week they flanked her on either side, sticking close so she knew they were near.
It really doesn’t matter if you aren’t perfect, (no-one is), if you find your flock, they’ll accept you and love you for who you are.
Fly high sweet Ivy, you were a precious soul and you were loved.
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