... I spy with my little eye
I have acquired a roomie! Her name is Elsie, named for a dear friend and our fellow writer for The Melrose Mirror, Elsie Hamilton. (see Who We Are) My pet is a conure, about 10" long, a small member of the parrot family. Her ancestors probably came from Bolivia. Her feathers are a gorgeous green, maroon and blue.
Like her namesake, she is charming, intelligent and fun company. Unlike the "Original" Elsie, she likes to make nests in my hair and bite my ears! It seems they are irresistible.
Conures can have a life span of twenty to thirty years. That's a long commitment. Longer than most marriages. I may have to adjust my own life span expectations. Will she still need me when I'm 94? Maybe.
Elsie and I like to read together. She perches above my head on the back of my chair, or cuddles on my shoulder. I read "The Audacity of Hope" written by our president before I voted for him and now we are reading "Dreams From My Father" a candid, generous, warm book. A book about Barack Obama's surprising, interesting life. A book that lets you in and lets you see who he is and why. Now and then Elsie trots down my arm for a closer look. She samples a corner of the cover leaving a cuneiform sort of hole.
I have had to adjust my daily routine somewhat. Elsie likes to retire early. I cover her cage and then tip-toe around so she won't think she is missing anything. It is inevitable. I will drop something causing her to make a fuss, grumbling in her cage until I shut off the light. We whisper to each other in the dark and I go to sleep thinking about what a hard job our president has and the reasons for commitment.
May 7, 2010