It's 5:30 a.m. and I just got in from burying my 28 year old green cheeked Amazon in the yard. I knew something was up with him, but it was the alarmed squeaking and wing-flapping from my parakeets that clued me in that something was amiss. And when I looked to see if there was … Continue reading The end of an era; or, the “squawking green chicken” has flown the coop forever…