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28.09.2006 12:26 - Your Early Morning Call

My Aunt Annie's predeliction for dangerous pets has been noted in this blog. However, before the goat and the geese, there was The Parrot. I don't remember the parrot, but apparently it was an african grey, and it could talk. It was a very good mimic, and was particularly good at mimicing my aunty Chris, especially when she yelled for her dad to wake up and go to work.

Although it was very good at this alarm call, being indistinguishable from the real thing, it was, unfortunately, not so good at telling the time, and would frequently, due to a sleepless night, boredom, or some piscatorial sense of mayhem, scream it at 2am in the morning.

My Uncle Harry would promptly get up and cycle to the pit, only to find that he was several hours early. He would then cycle back home, muttering "that *!*!ing bird" under his breath. By the time he got home, it was time to go to work.

Uncle Harry was a lunatic, in the literal sense of the word - you quickly learnt not to get on the wrong side of him during a full moon - and I often wonder what happened to that parrot. Perhaps it took the joke a bit too far during the wrong point of the lunar cycle.

 


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