Birdie Business

I’ve been writing this post for about three years now. I’m happy to let it out of its coop, finally.
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There are dog people and there are cat people, but I - we - are bird people. Birds have been part of my life for as long as I can remember. I was raised with a series of budgies and finches, flirted for a few years with a pair of very naughty lovebirds and enjoyed a very deep 25 year-long bond with Pookie, my cockatiel buddy. When we lost him a few years ago I was at a loss in more ways than one. There was suddenly a gaping, bird-shaped hole in my life. I allowed myself the time to grieve and left the question unanswered: could I live happily without sharing my life with a bird?

After months of gawping at wild birds (which I normally would’ve done anyway), considering their birdie shapes and their sheer, wonderful…birdiness I decided I couldn’t. It hit me hard one day - in the shower I just started sobbing. I needed feathers in my life. I needed claws and scratches and birdie kisses and fluff wafting around the house. Moreover, I need a buddy. I decided then and there that no matter the cost (well, I did have a budget of $2000), no matter the inconvenience and the mess, I was going to adopt a parrot.

A few months later (though it felt like forever at the time), I was stood in front of a shallow tray holding a clutch of four nearly fully-fledged African Grey parrot chicks. “Okay,” I said, “who wants to come live with us? There’s going to be lots of books and knitting and tea.” Perhaps this was a bit twee of me, but you’ve gotta let a guy know what he’s getting into, right? No sooner were the words out of my mouth than one of the chicks looked up and made a somewhat shaky beeline (birdline?) directly towards me, his black eyes shining. He had made his choice. And that was the first time I met Earl.
Three years on, life with Earl is many things, but one thing it isn’t is boring. He continues to hold me to my “books and knitting and tea” pledge every single day by diligently inspecting and/or getting involved with all of the above. Just yesterday he took the time to ensure that my knitting was up to his high standards.
Perhaps you’ve been keeping up with his (mis-)adventures on my Twitter, and if not, please feel free to start. Earl actually has his own Twitter, so if you like you can follow him as well.  He is, after all, a professional tweeter. Regardless, you can expect more Earl content to turn up here in the future.

5 comments:

Holly said...

Earl is lovely, congratulations

Spilly Jane said...

Thank you! He is a good buddy. :)

krayolakris said...

More Earl news & photos please! He's a handsome rascal!

Spilly Jane said...

Thanks! I have lots of crazy birdie stories..

catmum said...

Love Earl...since cats have claimed me in my dotage, no birdies for me, except on the feeders which I position near windows for the (indoor-only) cats' enjoyment. My parents had parakeets, when we were able (military brat, lived overseas a lot) and I loved them dearly. We had one named Charlie Brown, in the early 60s, who said "Good grief Charlie Brown! Birds can't talk!" I wrote to Charles Schulz, who was gaining popularity with his Peanuts strip at the time, and we corresponded a bit, and shortly thereafter, Woodstock joined his comic strip family.