Since we moved last January, Rosemarie’s interest in birds has taken flight, pun intended. There is a bountiful supply of her feathered friends to watch because our new home backs up on a reserve. This is an area of land that the state has set aside for just being woodsy and remaining so. This is just fine with us and I guess with the birds too. It has, however, resulted in a new line item in the family budget, precisely a monthly 40-pound bag of wild birdseed. So now the daily routine around these parts includes a refilling of the bird feeder and a few moments or more observing the initial feeding frenzy.
Flashback now to the late 1960s when Rosemarie and I got married and Freidmont moved into our kitchen. Freidmont immigrated from Rosemarie’s family to ours. Freidmont was a parakeet, but not your average, everyday parakeet. Nooooserrie. Freidmont could push his toys around the tabletop; he would sit on your shoulder and nibble at your ear and enunciate perfectly phrases like “hold me” and “pretty boy” and “love me” while he held your finger, fluffed up his feathers and masterbated. WHILE HE DID WHAT??? Yeah, that!
So here I was sitting in my thinking chair outside in our screened-in lanai (that’s what they call our patio in this fancy-schmancy community we live in) and I gets to thinkin’ about how much Rosemarie loved old Freidmont back in the day when he used to–well that’s been discussed already. But golly-gee-whizz she enjoyed that pet so I thought what a great surprise it’d be if I got her a new parakeet. And that’s how Henri was purchased, boxed up and taken home from the Petco Store down the street. By the way, did you know there’s a shortage of parakeets goin’ on right now. Yep, I had to go to three pet stores before I located Henri. By the way, that’s Henri in the pictures.
Now I’ll tellyuh, Henri succeeded right off the bat, at least in one way–Rosemarie sure was surprised when she discovered him, sitting on the third-floor perch of his new, blue 3/2 wired bird house with water view and free wifi. And I was a bit surprised, too, when I heard her talking to our niece on the phone. “Yeah, a parakeet,” she was sayin’, “I’ll never know what was going on in that man’s brain when he bought me a parakeet.”
Oh well, a bird in the hand is worth…what the hell is a bird in the hand worth these days?