Hello Dear Reader.
I know.. YOU all think I am an idle African Grey Parrot and I am going to surprise YOU all by sticking MY wing up and admitting to being guilty as charged. For SHE has been busy with whatever it is that humans get busy with and I have jurst been lolling about, but give ME a break, it was Easter, after all!
OH.. remember those Easter Eggs SHE lost? Well, SHE found them, they were in bag hanging on back of kitchen door under some dry cleaning... heheheeee... How daft can SHE be.
SHE went to Balham today to get beloved Goaty milk from Debbie, aka Ellie of Ellie's Dairy, this time SHE went by a different route, SHE hopped onto an overland train at Clapham Junction and two stops later.. there was Balham! Much quicker than disappearing down a hole in ground that they call Underground, this way took five minutes!
Then SHE jumped, well, not jumped but SHE got back on train, off at Clapham Junction and bought MY bread, then home on bus.. with 8 pints of white stuff.. SHE told Debbie that SHE thinks there are holes in the bottles, how else does it disappear so quickly? Myself, well, I think reason is those BIG mugs of hot, yummy chocolate and coffee!
Anyway, with what was already in freezer, there are now eleven pints which should see us through the next two weeks and keep awful Mister. Woe out of our kitchen.
Recently a couple of people have asked HER how SHE chose MY name. The name came to HER in 1998. I know, years before I was born, here is Tale of how MY name came to be.
Those of YOU, Dear Reader, who have read all of the previous posts on MY Blog will recall Tale of an English Duke and a Georgian Prince.
Prince Charles, the Georgian Prince and Helena, his wife, left London and went to live in Spain, their daughter Cristina became engaged and wedding was to be in September of 1998 in the old church in Marbella.
From all over the world there gathered a huge group of family and friends to celebrate the wedding of the charming young couple. SHE, Sandy (bridegroom), Cristina's brother Chalva and Shannon, his fiancé stayed in a little house close-by to Cristina's parents. And staying in Marbella were the bride's favourite Uncle and his wife, Prince Dimitri and Princess Marie-Laure.
One day, before the wedding, the family and friends were at a big barbecue and Shannon asked HER "where does Dagga stay when you go away", SHE explained that there was an aviary in Kensington who took in birds as 'boarders' and Dimitri asked HER "What type of bird do you have?", SHE reached into HER bag and passed him a photo of Dagga-the-Parrot, well, I am sure YOU have a photo of YOUR children in your wallet, and he said "mon dieu, un Gabon Gris", and SHE said "GeeGee would be a such a lovely name for a female African Grey Parrot if I ever got one" and thought no more about it.
No, Tale of Dagga-the-Parrot' death too sad to tell today, suffice to say HE died in 2004, on the third anniversary of 9/11, and in October of that year SHE came to Shropshire to where I was living with MY breeder and I chose HER to be MY Human.
Rebecca and SHE came to the viewing aviary where I was with two other baby African Grey Parrots, SHE put HER hand out, boy Parrot didn't even bother to stop scratching his nape, my friend, other girl sniffed HER out stretched hand but turned away, ME, I looked at HER face and threw MYSELF on HER shoulder, Rebecca roared with laughter and said "there is no doubt that YOU are the person whom this baby wants and I am not sure but I think that it is a female".
And suddenly SHE was back in Spain hearing Prince Dimitri's voice saying "mon Dieu, un Gabon Gris". SHE smiled at Rebecca and said "And HER name is GeeGee".
GeeGee Parrot.
April 14th, 2012.
I know.. YOU all think I am an idle African Grey Parrot and I am going to surprise YOU all by sticking MY wing up and admitting to being guilty as charged. For SHE has been busy with whatever it is that humans get busy with and I have jurst been lolling about, but give ME a break, it was Easter, after all!
OH.. remember those Easter Eggs SHE lost? Well, SHE found them, they were in bag hanging on back of kitchen door under some dry cleaning... heheheeee... How daft can SHE be.
SHE went to Balham today to get beloved Goaty milk from Debbie, aka Ellie of Ellie's Dairy, this time SHE went by a different route, SHE hopped onto an overland train at Clapham Junction and two stops later.. there was Balham! Much quicker than disappearing down a hole in ground that they call Underground, this way took five minutes!
Then SHE jumped, well, not jumped but SHE got back on train, off at Clapham Junction and bought MY bread, then home on bus.. with 8 pints of white stuff.. SHE told Debbie that SHE thinks there are holes in the bottles, how else does it disappear so quickly? Myself, well, I think reason is those BIG mugs of hot, yummy chocolate and coffee!
Anyway, with what was already in freezer, there are now eleven pints which should see us through the next two weeks and keep awful Mister. Woe out of our kitchen.
Recently a couple of people have asked HER how SHE chose MY name. The name came to HER in 1998. I know, years before I was born, here is Tale of how MY name came to be.
Those of YOU, Dear Reader, who have read all of the previous posts on MY Blog will recall Tale of an English Duke and a Georgian Prince.
Prince Charles, the Georgian Prince and Helena, his wife, left London and went to live in Spain, their daughter Cristina became engaged and wedding was to be in September of 1998 in the old church in Marbella.
From all over the world there gathered a huge group of family and friends to celebrate the wedding of the charming young couple. SHE, Sandy (bridegroom), Cristina's brother Chalva and Shannon, his fiancé stayed in a little house close-by to Cristina's parents. And staying in Marbella were the bride's favourite Uncle and his wife, Prince Dimitri and Princess Marie-Laure.
One day, before the wedding, the family and friends were at a big barbecue and Shannon asked HER "where does Dagga stay when you go away", SHE explained that there was an aviary in Kensington who took in birds as 'boarders' and Dimitri asked HER "What type of bird do you have?", SHE reached into HER bag and passed him a photo of Dagga-the-Parrot, well, I am sure YOU have a photo of YOUR children in your wallet, and he said "mon dieu, un Gabon Gris", and SHE said "GeeGee would be a such a lovely name for a female African Grey Parrot if I ever got one" and thought no more about it.
No, Tale of Dagga-the-Parrot' death too sad to tell today, suffice to say HE died in 2004, on the third anniversary of 9/11, and in October of that year SHE came to Shropshire to where I was living with MY breeder and I chose HER to be MY Human.
Rebecca and SHE came to the viewing aviary where I was with two other baby African Grey Parrots, SHE put HER hand out, boy Parrot didn't even bother to stop scratching his nape, my friend, other girl sniffed HER out stretched hand but turned away, ME, I looked at HER face and threw MYSELF on HER shoulder, Rebecca roared with laughter and said "there is no doubt that YOU are the person whom this baby wants and I am not sure but I think that it is a female".
And suddenly SHE was back in Spain hearing Prince Dimitri's voice saying "mon Dieu, un Gabon Gris". SHE smiled at Rebecca and said "And HER name is GeeGee".
GeeGee Parrot.
April 14th, 2012.
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