March 25, 2008
"Charlie"
Revenge is sweet but embarrassing for teenage girls.
In retaliation for the huge rejection by "Pearl" the cockatiel I purchased "Charlie" a male parakeet.
Charlie loved me, he was my rock and roll bird. He loved the oldies and would bee bop in time with the music and sing his heart out. "Please Mister Postman" was his very favorite song, he liked the version by The Shirelles the best, although versions by The Carpenters, The Beatles or The Marvelettes were acceptable.
Charlie had one small problem, he would spread his wings, rub himself on his perch or on the bell of his mirror...making the most delightful sounds and he would sing on and on...
The girls were teenagers and they found my wonderful Charlie an embarrassment. They would announce their displeasure. "M O T H E R your bird is doing it again." "Mother, I would appreciate it if you could control your bird." "Do you know how embarrassing he is?" "I am having friends over and he is SO disgusting." "Is that all he ever does?"
They would announce their displeasure with us quite loudly and quite often giving Charlie the female attention he so desired....which in turn would excite him even more. So I usually had to apologize to their friends and explain that I was the owner of an oversexed avian and it was all my fault.
Playing "Please Mister Postman" would jerk him back to reality and he would become a rock and roll star once more, it seemed that bee bopping to the music stopped all avian sexual activity:)
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Charlie was a hoot...I adored that little bird. He lived a good long time with us and then was rehomed with a Vet Tech gal when Far Guy retired from the Military and we moved all our belongings into storage and bought a camper.
The teenagers a long time ago.
