Here is our new family member [click for larger image]:
It’s been nearly a year since Rainbow
died, and I have missed that noisy little creature. How defended I am,
though — when I decided the other day that it was time to get another,
what flashed in my mind was that image of Rainbow, stiff at the bottom
of his cage, and a doubt that I was willing to suffer another loss,
even such a small one.
Oh, my.
So I ventured out yesterday, and came home with the boldest, bravest
in the cage. Nearly a year old, and untamed, already this morning he
will hop on my finger. Last night I caught just a bit of discussion on
the radio about Joseph Campbell, and a story with the moral: Take what talks to you, not what silently glitters.
[A young woman is given a choice of a plain egg, that speaks to her; or
a bejeweled one, that does not. Of course, when opened, the plain egg
spills out gems and the fancy one, spiders and snakes — which are
treasures of a sort themselves, are they not?]
This made me smile, as there were several birds in the big cage that
were much prettier than this one — some of those white- with- blue-
clouds parakeets that I think are gorgeous — but this one seemed to
choose me.
I don’t know his name yet. A friend named Rainbow (yes, you didn’t
think that sounded like a name I would choose, did you?) Any
suggestions?
I got a spam email this morning with the subject line:
There has been an alarming increase in the number of things you know nothing about.
It was almost good enough to get me to open it.
Almost.
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