My Dying Bird and Lose of Faith.

I started this blog after rescuing an abused bird from a couple who fed the bird nothing but lettuce. This bird was kinda loud and his people had had enough of his noise and had flicked his beak, almost breaking his neck. The moment I saw the bird, I fell in love, with his black marble eyes, long tail feathers, and beautiful greens and pinks and blues. I couldn't understand how his people had hurt him as bad as he was hurt. In the pit of my stomach, I felt ashamed to be part of the human race because one little green Indian ringneck parrot had a broken neck. I actually cried when I saw the little thing and I looked at my mom and I knew she was gonna let me keep him, even if he was a broken little bird. He was my little dying bird and to this day he's still a bit broken and crazy and he laughs manically every so often but what are you gonna do?