There is an incredible collection of birds at The National Arts Club where my friend Jen works: The African Raven, who'll go for your necklace every time, some birds whose names I can't remember who fly back and forth all day, and below, Gobi, the Green Quaker Parrot, the chubby ornery little greeny, who got dropped off at the club one day, nervously picked his neck feathers until he decided Jen was his "girlfriend", clucked and jibbered and learned to say "thank you" and "I love you", who wove elaborate nests between the wires of his cage with twine, loved plums and grapes and macaroni and cheese, and who got jealous anytime Jim would come in, and was carried up to Jen's office for the last 5 years. He kept her company while she worked and she kept him company while he worked. Jen is on her way today to adopt a new office-mate. I think the silence is too much.
we love you Gobi,
Gobi photos by Jim