December of 2016 was a chaotic month, trying to finish up finals, figure out Christmas presents all while trying to remain sane. My mom mentioned that she wanted to get me a bird because after Pearly died, I have always wanted another one. HOWEVER she mentioned not to get my hopes up because the overall household consensus seemed to be against a new bird because they assumed I wouldn't care for it. I ignored my family's assumptions and asked to make a pit stop on the way home from a long day of final exams. I asked to go to Bird Jungle, where feathered friends are made.
I won't say I found Bailey, I'd say she found me, she hopped on my hand, then my up my arm, then to my neck and that's where she nestled herself. After about 10 minutes of this I turned to my mom and I told her this was happening. I was "adulting", I was buying myself a pet because even adults could use a friend. She obliged because I know deep down she wanted her as much as I did. I was sworn to secrecy for a few weeks before Bailey's arrival home, I was told not to tell my brothers or my dad.
I stayed tight lipped as I bought cage essentials, new toys and perches. Inside I was giggling with excitement because I knew my little baby was coming home soon. A few days before she came home, I went into my dad's room and showed him her picture and said "Hey dad I bought this bird and she comes home soon." I darted out of the room before he could reply. Once everyone was in the loop the naming process commenced. She may be my bird but if no one had a say in it...her name would be Nugget but that would be a whole other story.