Hi Everyone, A sad note from our place in Montana. Good ol' Bjorn, despised, hated, feared, loved, hated some more, yelled at a lot, cuddly, happy, squawk your ears off as a nuisance and in his joyfulness, master of kindling, blood drawing, chasing, shoe killing, mischievous, unwittingly destructive, wittingly cute, cuddly and bothersome..... Left us. Boy we miss him even after all that. Bjorn died in our arms last Thursday morning of unknown complications after a week or so of something resembling little more than a light sniffle and occasional sneeze. We got up in the morning, awakened him and his condition had overrun him. He died about 40 minutes later. Our little guy who lived his life in the "terrible two's" left with a whimpered squawk and last breath. Gently, weakly, sadly. Death upon him. Most all of you have some story and scar to show for his time here, 26 years with Janey and Jim's 18 years. After that much time you can figure his presence in our routine of life at home is rich and deep and the goofy hole you think would be relief really is not. With all the trouble we were forever diligent to and energy he required, amazingly, his hole is one of loss. Interesting such a little guy had the warm, albeit see the first paragraph again, presence all good meaning life does. Just Bjorn being the cockatoo Bjorn was meant to be. But for our friends visiting our house, the kitchen is now safe from tyranny, your shoes, ears and noses no longer at risk. We however will miss the laughter as people were forcibly banished from an area by a half pint bird with wings outstretched, beak locked and loaded, attitude that said "run from me or pay a dear price!" and we did, yes we all had to respect our feathery master. So now he sits with his old mate Roscoe on the great perch in the sky. All the love and best to you Bjorn. A wild and crazy treat you were but as a friend commented on his passing, "gifts were exchanged, time to go", and they were. Gifts were exchanged. 'Nite Bjorn.
