So, dear readers, today I give you a post previously published on June 12, 2007 in my first blog, Cu'pie Baby Bird Says "Chirp. Chirp." (Yes, I like long titles.)
Cu’Pie was a bilingual baby bird. He spoke his brand of parakeet as well as human. When he hung out with Greening, another parakeet of a different breed, he learned to screech and squawk her language. So, maybe being multilingual would be a better description of the little yellow bird.
He had a good-size vocabulary, I thought. When he was younger, he was constantly saying words and phrases. Much of it we couldn’t understand. I suppose if the humans didn’t speak clearly, neither would he. In his later years, he repeated only a few things that were obvious. Mostly “Cu’Pie.” “Dicky.” “Frances.” “Kiss. Kiss.” And my favorite one, “Chirp. Chirp.” How many birds have you heard say the human translation of a bird chirping?
I often wondered if Cu’Pie knew what he was saying. In our early years together, Cu’Pie and I spent our days working away in my office. His favorite thing (so I thought as he did it a lot) was to fly over and sit on my shoulder when I was talking on the telephone. Sometimes he sat silently while he eavesdropped, sometimes not. This one particular afternoon I was talking on the phone with Winifred. We were discussing a problem that I was having with our writing project. Cu’Pie sat quietly as I droned on and on and on. When I was done, Cu’Pie piped up, “What shall we do?”