Birds! My auntie and her late husband had a succession of sulphur crested cockatiels, all called Joey. When my auntie came out here to visit she had to talk to Joey on the phone, she suffered such separation anxiety. He wasn't too pleased, either - by the end of the fortnight he had gone from talking back to hissing at her.
My aunt and uncle could never have kids and they doted on their birds. At least one of them is in the family plot.
Also, my paternal grandfather liked birds, apparently, and had an aviary filled with various broken-winged creatures that he'd brought home. One day my dad and several siblings found what they thought were baby owls and put them in the aviary. THey were, alas, baby hawks. You can imagine what happened next.
Hair looks cool! I love your glasses. And your nose is not big.
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Date: 2004-02-10 06:26 pm (UTC)My aunt and uncle could never have kids and they doted on their birds. At least one of them is in the family plot.
Also, my paternal grandfather liked birds, apparently, and had an aviary filled with various broken-winged creatures that he'd brought home. One day my dad and several siblings found what they thought were baby owls and put them in the aviary. THey were, alas, baby hawks. You can imagine what happened next.
Hair looks cool! I love your glasses. And your nose is not big.