You’ll remember that a couple weeks ago my husband brought home this creature. Why, yes. Yes, it is still here. The sunroom was determined to be too variable in temperature for the health of phylum chordata, class aves, so the cage was placed upstairs next to the deck doors.
Coincidentally, this means that our Australian immigrant friend (genus Nymphicus) is geographically just a few feet from the FYG’s bedroom. Ironically, of all the members of the family still living at home, the FYG is the one most adamant about not wanting any pets. The only other sibling sleeping upstairs is about a hundred feet away. This member of family Cacatuidae wakes her up nearly every morning, and if s/he doesn’t, the wild birds in the trees outside her window do.
Last night when the HM came home from his new summer job at the grocery store, he played with his pet for a bit and then brought it in to see me. No, I don’t know why.
“What’s its name?” I asked, just to be polite.
“Well, it was Noah, until it laid an egg,” he said. “The FYG suggests we just call it The Bird.”
“That’s appropriate,” I said. “And we can tell people that you gave your daughter the bird.”
“Ho, ha, ha.” he said.