Allee
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I was in a pet store Saturday and two little solid white parakeets in a flight cage with twenty-six other parakeets where being battered pretty badly. The cage was overcrowded and the birds were competing for food and perch space. I couldn't free them all, so I took the two little white ones home to join our dysfunctional flock. Both of the little guys spent their first day napping and eating. They had a mist bath in a steamy bathroom yesterday to wash off some of the grime from the community cage. I named them Frosty and Fiona. Fiona means white, fair, and beautiful. They are chirping a little between bites this morning. I think they are about six months old. There wasn't a single toy in the community cage they were in, and neither of them know what to do with the toys in their new home. Their voices are so soft and sweet.