I discovered that not naming the birds didn't help a BIT when I found one of them curled up on the bottom of the cage. Actually I had been privately thinking to myself that the name of this bird was "Molly Brown" - which was a jinx if there ever was one, given that one of my mother's canaries of the same name wouldn't stop laying eggs and died when she became egg-bound.
Her little pal, who is all white, was so depressed and upset, not eating, totally silent, nary a peep. So I girded my loins and went out to the local pet shops in search of a new friend and companion. I wasn't planning on getting a bird right away, but one of the shops I stopped at turned out to have a "damaged" Bengalese in the back room, where she had been ensconced for several months due to having been picked on by any bird she was put in a cage with. No tail feathers, nary a single one, her little butt is bare as a ... whatever something can be as bare as, LOL!
This bird was offered to me for free. I was assured this bird was a female. Since it is my habit to adopt strays and little birdies who are in trouble (my first pair had been rescued from a pet store where all the birds but Molly were picking on her little white friend) I went ahead and took her home.
So let me formally name both birds, and welcome the newcomer:
Introducing:
Aunty Pyewacket
and my little fawn, Bambi
Bambi in durance vile (still in quarantine)
Bambi the Tail-less Wonder
Both names are puns. Can anyone guess why? It'll tickle me pink if you can!
HINT: A case of mistaken identity is involved in one case.