This evening I saw a writing prompt that was one word long.
An interesting choice of topics, I thought, all while the wheels were turning and one distinct memory came to mind.
My Mama loved parakeets. With my sister’s allergies to dogs and cats, we only had them outdoors, and my sister couldn’t really be around them very much. She fell in love with birds, and so began the parakeet part of our family story.
The one I remember the most was a beautiful blue and white bird who was named Chief Grey Cloud. Chief or Chiefy for short. He had more personality than a little bit. He thought he was human, and he loved my Mama. His Mama too, I guess, he would say. When she went down the hall to her bedroom, he followed her. Walking and waddling behind her. He would call for her. But the funniest thing was he read the newspaper with her.
Mama would sit down in her chair at the end of the table with her glass of tea. She opened the paper up and started to read. As happens with newspapers, sometimes there was a lot to read on a double page spread and sometimes very little. Chiefy would stand there on the paper, waiting for her to turn it. When she lifted the page, he would chirp and squawk and go running excitedly to the opposite side, eventually stepping off onto the table just in time for the paper to land. Then he’d hop right back on and wait for her to finish reading that page. It was their little dance, and it was funny to watch. She loved reading the paper with him, and the chirps and squawks were of happiness, not fear that he was about to be smothered by the paper.
Silly, precious bird.
Many tears were shed when he left this world.
I’m thankful for the one word prompt that brought back this memory. I am even more thankful for the picture in my mind and heart of Chiefy chirping happily and waddling/walking very quickly over to Mama to welcome her when she left this world and went on up to The House. I know that was one happy reunion. One I have not thought about before.
Mostly I give thanks for the little critters in this life who bring us so much happiness. What wonderful gifts of laughter and joy they bring.
May you all have someone to call for you and follow you down the hall because they love you. Love to all.
2 thoughts on “The Bird Who Read the Newspaper”
A charming post, but yours always are. My mother used to have a house full of birds, raised them. They were the most fun to watch. Thanks for sharing this story. It perked up my morning coffee!
Miss Barbara, the picture of you reading this over your morning coffee warmed my heart. Thank you for reading and for remembering with me. They are full of personality, aren’t they?