When I was 6, I had a bird named Greeny, he was a little
parakeet I got for my birthday. He was so cute, and he talked, and ate from my hand, and one day I was teaching him how to fly, which resulted him becoming
crippled and then dying in 3 months. Don't ask what I did,
I still haven't forgiven my self.
I now have a bird that looks the same, his name is Chippy, I care for him like if he was my child, perhaps that's why I spend 300$ on him in 3 days when he got sick.
I also always pick up little baby birds that fall out of nests and take them to a shelter. And I avoid hitting them when driving. Perhaps I am so careful with birds because of the guilt I still feel for that little, helpless creature I killed when I was little. Pearhaps one day I will forgive my self.