A click was followed by a triumphant, ‘Beat you!’ from a beaming R.
‘So you did,’ I responded, fastening my own seatbelt. ‘So how was your party at school today?’
‘I got cake all over me,’ she announced with glee.
‘Only a year more,’ I said casually, and you’ll be six and can have your own pet. What would you like? A lion, or a tiger?’
‘I would like a cockatiel,’ she said dreamily.
‘The trouble with those is that they don’t go, “Cheep-cheep”…’ I began.
‘… they go, “Expensive-expensive!” instead,’ R giggled. She’s heard that one from me before.
I paused to negotiate a hump. ‘Or a budgie?’ I suggested, even more casually.
‘Oh, yes, yes! I’d like a budgie; a budgie!’ she beamed at me.
‘But then, you’d have to share with your sister but make sure she didn’t harm it; and clean the cage; and make sure there was always seed and water.’
‘I can do that!’ she declared. She noticed we were approaching a group of shops on our route home, and the train of thought made her ask, ‘Can we stop at the pet shop again for a while?’
We do this quite often just to see the pets. Attractions include a whopping great python, a large tarantula, turtles, and a parrot doorman on an outside perch with a ‘Please give me an opportunity to bite you’ expression.
‘OK,’ I agreed, still trying hard to keep up the casual voice, and to hide my grin, and pulled in there. Before we got out, I said, ‘Actually, there is a little budgie up there hoping to be R’s best friend, if you’re sure you could do all those things?’
She stared at me wide-eyed, and I gave a little nod. Her face lit up like a lighthouse. ‘I promise I’ll clean the cage and do the seed and water and …’ – slightly less enthusiasm – ‘… share. I promise!’
We flew rather than walked up the stairs to the bird section, and to a back set of cages where a few dozen young budgies chirped and fussed and flapped and fluttered. ‘These are the ones you can choose from,’ I told her.
Radiant joy didn’t stop her from making a very carefully-considered choice. She narrowed prospects down systematically until finally pointing firmly, ‘I want this darling yellow one with the collar!’
‘Right,’ said I, ‘and now the cage?’
Here, my pre-planning went awry. She took a fancy to a different cage to the one I had decided would be ideal (which was on a generous ‘Special’)’. Although cheaper, hers was not nearly as good.
‘Don’t you like this one?’ I asked, indicating my preference.
‘No; red doesn’t go!’
‘Would you like that bigger type in a different colour?’ the assistant suggested, and took us to a storeroom where a pink version filled both of us with delight, and was very shortly occupied by a budgie.
Then came the irony of choosing a mirror – with a red rim!
After that was the naming. My suggestion of ‘Snackie’ – to go with our cat ‘Mackie’ – was rejected outright. ‘Um … her name is Daisy. Second name Twitterina,’ R decided almost immediately. ‘Daisy Twitterina (Smith-Jones)’ (here, adding on R’s hyphenated surname).
Then she had second thoughts and dithered for a while before coming back firmly in favour of Daisy. The ‘Twitterina’, though, seems since to have migrated to ‘Twitterella’.
Shortly after our return home R proved that she was able to master the rather tricky seed and water trays, and to do everything needed for budgie-maintenance alone and unaided.
Although I would have preferred to have taken it at a gentler pace, by evening, egged on by her mother, R already had Daisy sitting on her shoulder and examining her hair for nesting possibilities. Daisy also wants to egg R on?
© Colonialist May 2013 (WordPress)
That is so sweet of you Col! Let’s hope Mackie behaves himself, for now at least…hehehe. Cake al over herself? I miss the days you could do that and get away with it…
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A personal cake coating is certainly one of the decadent pleasures one really misses …
Mackie has tried the occasional tentative swat, and has duly been bellowed at.
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I’m sure Mackie just wants to nibble on Snackie’s toenails – to help keep them short all all that 😉 Ever so the busy, helpful beaver…
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She’s a precious little thing Col 😉
Hope the good intentions carry on past the first week 😉
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So far she is being very good, and is besotted.
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Soooo cute!! I’m sure they are the best of friends already. I had a blue budgie named Georgie Porgie. I couldn’t believe how many ‘liquorice allsorts’ he deposited in the bottom of his cage. Although he spoke really good English, I never managed to potty train him. 😆
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The deposits were the pudding and pie? No birds seem to potty train too well!
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Hahaha. Not very delectable pudding and pie. 😀
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Awwwwwwwwwwwww!!!
Will you be able to take Daisy out of the cage eventually?
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She is already spending increasing amounts of time outside, but the aim isn’t to do it completely – having Mackie the cat around makes that a bad idea!
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Awwww, now how adorable is that Col! I am also in love with the “darling yellow one with the collar”. What a great present that is for sure! I sat here smiling all the way while reading the dialogue you and R had. 🙂 Daisy Twitterina sure is a beautiful name and the photo’s are so beautiful! Daisy found such a lovely home! 🙂
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The home she found has been a bit frantic just lately. I hope it settles down a bit, now!
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Super post, Col. Lots of nostalgia here although we had guinea pigs – first…
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I hope I managed to give her the ‘first pet’ magic I had myself as a kid. Actually, I never had a guinea pig. Maybe that is why I thought ‘budgie’.
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Soon there’ll be another chatterer in the house!
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Already making herself heard, and how!
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What a memory making day! Love the photos. Thanks for sharing. 😀
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She was so thrilled it was truly uplifting!
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Beautiful post, Col, I was there with you all the way. Magical moment, that instant of pet acquisition.
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I remember my own such moment vividly, and wanted to make it as special for her. I hope she will look back on it with the same delight I still have.
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Aw, too cute. You really built her anticipation, and she looks delighted 🙂
I hope she’s better at sticking to her promises than my son was all those years ago when we went down the goldfish, hamster…etc route!
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🙂 Hopefully one stands a slightly better chance, with girls. Anyway, she will have a nagging grandfather on her case very quickly if she gets lapses of memory!
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Reminds me of Oscar, the budgie we had right after we got married (I think that was my first pet ever).
A very sensible choice.
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You were sadly deprived. My first pet was a budgie, but I was about granddaughter’s age. I loved it passionately, and it went everywhere with me.
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Let’s just say my childhood was not conducive to having pets. But that was one of the first thing we did after we got married, got the budgie . . . then fish, then a cat. We had cats until two years ago, when we lost our last one.
Now it’s full circle again, being pet-less for a while. I’ve never owned a dog, and that’s one thing I still want to do, perhaps a few years from now.
What I really want is a dragon, but apparently one has to be a scantily-clad female to get one, and while I do have the legs for it, I don’t like flaunting them. Besides, it won’t be until my 70’s when I’ll have a decent pair of breasts.
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There is something incredibly appealing in the thought of having such a fearsome flying friend, isn’t there? I find that I am affected by my own music for the flying sequences of my little kids’ book, to the extent that I can live the feeling of wonder and excitement of the Immy character.
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Aw, lovely name…lovely birthday prezzie too 🙂
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All her very own choice, and she does still seem thrilled with Daisy.
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