I have a pet bird named Chioke. His breed is a ring-necked parakeet. I'm not sure how old he is. He is either between 5 and 10 years old. My mom calls him my “brother.” Let me tell you why I don't really consider him as a “brother.”
One of the memories that I remember is when my dad came home with a bird. At first, I was so excited that my dad brought home the bird. I think I was three years old. The bird is green and he has a red ring around his neck. I think that he does not like humans. He likes bird seed and grapes. I think he is a greedy bird that only thinks about himself and what he wants to eat. He always makes a mess.
When I was about four years old, I was tired of Chioke and I's grudge against each other. So, I decided to make a truce between Chioke and I. I said that I was sorry to Chioke and stuck my hand so we could shake hands, but he ended up biting my finger and leaving a huge scar on my finger. He wouldn't let go of my finger, so I screamed in pain. My dad came running in to see if I was alright. He hit Chioke so Chioke would let go of my finger. Chioke did let go, but he was mad and puffed up and stared at me with his beady eyes. He looked like he was trying to figure out how to bite me again. After that bite, my dad soaked my finger in some warm water.
The last time Chioke and I had a fight was when I was sitting downstairs watching television. When I saw Chioke nibbling at the television remote, I was so mad that I grabbed my flip flop and hit him in his face. He quickly ran back to his cage knowing that he shouldn't try to bite me. From that time on, we haven't had a fight. I wonder what I would do to him or what he would do to me!!
