Remy dropped Lily off the other day, hoping she could stay. We already have two dogs and hesitated on adding a noisy Quaker parrot to our family. She was beautiful, with fluffy green feathers and a touch of grey. She also had a trace of red feathers that had been clipped to keep her from flying away.
Smitty and Maggie helped us decide that we couldn't keep her. Smitty, our Miniature Schnauzer, ran and hid every time he heard Lily screech, shaking with fear. His sensitive ears make him go nuts at sounds like popping firecrackers, bursting balloons, and gum smacking.
Maggie, our chocolate Chihuahua, whined incessantly, trying to get into her cage to play with her (I think). Remy put Lily on Maggie's back once, and Lily didn't seem to mind. She jumped to the floor and Maggie held her by the tail feathers, licking her wet.
Lily stayed with us long enough to learn how to mimic the microwave's beeps. She started to relax and softly whistled a couple of notes Remy must have taught her before she moved in. If she remained here, no telling what else she would've picked up!
To my surprise, Remy got a call one day from a friend looking to buy a bird. He and his wife came over to check her out. Lily looked right at home, perched on the friend's shoulder. I said good-bye to Lily, feeling a twinge of sadness after they decided to keep her.
"Mom, do you think you could watch Lily when my friends have to go out of town?" Remy asked.
"I suppose..." Lily might be coming back, if only for a visit.
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