Chirpy Little Love Songs
Posted by Shelli Altopp Miller at 6/2/2009 6:55 PM 
Categories: Shelli Altopp Miller, Animals
Tags: pets
Categories: Shelli Altopp Miller, Animals
Tags: pets
Frodo the parakeet fell in love with a bird from the wrong side of the screen. It all happened when the motor in our air conditioning unit burned out and we had to open all the windows to get a little relief. Frodo found more than that. From inside my daughter's bedroom, he sang Ave Maria's to his beaky babe by morning and wistful lullabies at night. His coquettish lady-in-waiting would answer with her own songs, pregnant with desire, I'm sure.
Frodo is quite the looker in his white tux with baby blue cravat. His shiny, beady eyes set off the ensemble. When he is content, my daughter says he looks "chubby". I'm not sure I've seen this look because my daughter says when I come into the room, "he gets unchubby". I guess I'm too much for him. He's pretty brave when he's out of his cage, though, perching atop a potted plant in the family room or riding on the back of our St. Bernard, Kuma. He tends to drift toward the windows and look longingly outward, hoping for a glimpse of his Juliet.
With the air conditioner now repaired and the windows closed, Frodo's young love is dashed. No doubt his betrothed flew off with some rockin' robin, fulfilling her nesting instinct. Frodo mopes about in an unchubby manner devising schemes of escape. While Kuma is a Saint, she's no Friar Lawrence. Frodo has changed his tune; It's the end of chirpy little love songs.
Frodo is quite the looker in his white tux with baby blue cravat. His shiny, beady eyes set off the ensemble. When he is content, my daughter says he looks "chubby". I'm not sure I've seen this look because my daughter says when I come into the room, "he gets unchubby". I guess I'm too much for him. He's pretty brave when he's out of his cage, though, perching atop a potted plant in the family room or riding on the back of our St. Bernard, Kuma. He tends to drift toward the windows and look longingly outward, hoping for a glimpse of his Juliet.
With the air conditioner now repaired and the windows closed, Frodo's young love is dashed. No doubt his betrothed flew off with some rockin' robin, fulfilling her nesting instinct. Frodo mopes about in an unchubby manner devising schemes of escape. While Kuma is a Saint, she's no Friar Lawrence. Frodo has changed his tune; It's the end of chirpy little love songs.
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