After nearly eighteen months, we are preparing for the departure of Pablo, the parrot we’ve been taking care of while his people are in Hong Kong.
Pablo says “good morning” when I uncover him in the morning and “good night” every night as we’re going to bed. Sometimes, if we have people over for dinner and he wants to go to sleep, he’ll say “good night” repeatedly until the people actually leave.
As a tribute to Pablo, I’ve decided that I’m going to write a parrot into my work in progress. The parrot, tentatively named Oliver, will play a small but pivotal role. And I will be able to draw on my experiences living with a parrot and also pay tribute to our tiny, noisy, friendly, sweet and loving companion of the past year.