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Casserole week - Sunday
Aug. 4th, 2005 03:33 pmFebruary of 2004 was an ugly month for me, despite the snow which I generally find cheery. I lost my little parakeet when she tried give me a late Christmas gift. Her egg got stuck mid-way and while at an emotional distance the situation was hilarious, it did not end well at all. Her cage stood empty in the living room for a while because it is a fabulous vintage cage and I thought it could maybe just be decorative, but it turned out to just be depressing instead.
I moved it downstairs into the spare bedroom.
Sunday Paul and I were rushing to get home so I could get to practice on time. Paul swerved the van a little when he pulled up onto the curb in front of the house.
He looked at me confused, "Was that a parakeet in the street?"
I hopped out to look. A fat yellow budgie sat on the curb chewing the seeds off our extra long grass. He seemed unconcerned when I walked right up to him. I did a quick check to determine if I could see anyone who looks like they might have lost a bird, like someone wandering ululating with an open cage or perhaps standing around with a giant net.
I didn't see anybody.
Paul grabbed a plastic tub and a blanket from out of the van. Mr. Budgie was too fast for us and took off flying towards the neighbor's gutters. "Well, I guess that is that" I said in resignation and as if on queue he flew right back down back into our yard a few feet from us and started eating grass again.
We got him this time. I was worried about moving him from the plastic tub into the cage since my old bird had a bad attitude about such things and regularly took tiny pieces of my flesh in protest. When I picked him up he didn't struggle or bite at all, he just peeped a little annoyance which completely disappeared as soon as I gave him some seed and bananas.
I whipped up a "paradise lost/parakeet found" poster to copy on bright paper and staple up onto telephone poles around the neighborhood. I can hear him matching my typing pattern with his whistling and chit-chittering from the other room.
I haven't put the posters up quite yet... maybe just one more day.
I moved it downstairs into the spare bedroom.
Sunday Paul and I were rushing to get home so I could get to practice on time. Paul swerved the van a little when he pulled up onto the curb in front of the house.
He looked at me confused, "Was that a parakeet in the street?"
I hopped out to look. A fat yellow budgie sat on the curb chewing the seeds off our extra long grass. He seemed unconcerned when I walked right up to him. I did a quick check to determine if I could see anyone who looks like they might have lost a bird, like someone wandering ululating with an open cage or perhaps standing around with a giant net.
I didn't see anybody.
Paul grabbed a plastic tub and a blanket from out of the van. Mr. Budgie was too fast for us and took off flying towards the neighbor's gutters. "Well, I guess that is that" I said in resignation and as if on queue he flew right back down back into our yard a few feet from us and started eating grass again.
We got him this time. I was worried about moving him from the plastic tub into the cage since my old bird had a bad attitude about such things and regularly took tiny pieces of my flesh in protest. When I picked him up he didn't struggle or bite at all, he just peeped a little annoyance which completely disappeared as soon as I gave him some seed and bananas.
I whipped up a "paradise lost/parakeet found" poster to copy on bright paper and staple up onto telephone poles around the neighborhood. I can hear him matching my typing pattern with his whistling and chit-chittering from the other room.
I haven't put the posters up quite yet... maybe just one more day.
