ce Blimi (hi, Blimi!) got married in November '09 to a guy who had recently bought a peach-faced lovebird. Anyway, Blimi isn't much of an animal person so she pulled a Bukiet and told Dovid that the bird ain't staying. So guess who inherited the little twerp? Blimi had dubbed him Blueberry because of the blue feathers in his tail. That never made any sense to me, so when I got him and saw how absolutely sweet this bird was, I renamed him Sunshine. I'd have him step up onto my finger and he'd climb up my arm and nestle on my shoulder, happy as a clam. I should have known what his temperament would be, because wife #3, Malkie (177 days) has a lovebird named Tootala who's sweet as sugar. Incidently, the notion that you can't break up a pair of lovebirds or they die is a total myth; a romantic myth, but a myth nonetheless. They are, however, extremely affectionate birds. So Sunshine joined Oscar and Jinji in sharing my humble abode and gleefully added to the dust and the dander and the poop that my poor, scarred, overworked lungs were inhaling.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Blueberry-Sunshine
My nie
ce Blimi (hi, Blimi!) got married in November '09 to a guy who had recently bought a peach-faced lovebird. Anyway, Blimi isn't much of an animal person so she pulled a Bukiet and told Dovid that the bird ain't staying. So guess who inherited the little twerp? Blimi had dubbed him Blueberry because of the blue feathers in his tail. That never made any sense to me, so when I got him and saw how absolutely sweet this bird was, I renamed him Sunshine. I'd have him step up onto my finger and he'd climb up my arm and nestle on my shoulder, happy as a clam. I should have known what his temperament would be, because wife #3, Malkie (177 days) has a lovebird named Tootala who's sweet as sugar. Incidently, the notion that you can't break up a pair of lovebirds or they die is a total myth; a romantic myth, but a myth nonetheless. They are, however, extremely affectionate birds. So Sunshine joined Oscar and Jinji in sharing my humble abode and gleefully added to the dust and the dander and the poop that my poor, scarred, overworked lungs were inhaling.
ce Blimi (hi, Blimi!) got married in November '09 to a guy who had recently bought a peach-faced lovebird. Anyway, Blimi isn't much of an animal person so she pulled a Bukiet and told Dovid that the bird ain't staying. So guess who inherited the little twerp? Blimi had dubbed him Blueberry because of the blue feathers in his tail. That never made any sense to me, so when I got him and saw how absolutely sweet this bird was, I renamed him Sunshine. I'd have him step up onto my finger and he'd climb up my arm and nestle on my shoulder, happy as a clam. I should have known what his temperament would be, because wife #3, Malkie (177 days) has a lovebird named Tootala who's sweet as sugar. Incidently, the notion that you can't break up a pair of lovebirds or they die is a total myth; a romantic myth, but a myth nonetheless. They are, however, extremely affectionate birds. So Sunshine joined Oscar and Jinji in sharing my humble abode and gleefully added to the dust and the dander and the poop that my poor, scarred, overworked lungs were inhaling.
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wow! what a beautiful bird!
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't trust that guy with that bird.
ReplyDeletePlease take it back now, or call the animal police.
Hi,thanks for the mention. So lets straighten this out- the bird was called blueberry because that's what my husband sometimes called me before we were married. When he bought the bird he wanted to name it after me. Secondly, is that a phrase now? 'pulled a bukiet?' I would appreciate if it is not referred to as that. I let him keep it for a trial period. Newlyweds and birds just don't work so good-especially when certain somebody doesn't ever clean the cage and his poor wife is left to do it. (Sorry sweetie- this letter is not meant to bash you, just to prove a point)
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