Charlie was a bird unlike any other bird, he would walk most of the time to where ever he would go. He could fly high and fast, but why waste energy when you didn’t have to. You really couldn’t tell what kind of a bird he was, he was a cross between every bird you have ever seen. One never heard him make a sound. He appeared to know how to ring a door bells and get his message across to everyone. Sometime you would see him riding on the top of a car or on the back of some other animal.
When I would go to the door, when the bell rang, I opened the door and he or she just walked in and went straight to the kitchen. I never did learn how to tell if a bird was male or female. The males seemed to be prettier but the females always popped on cars more.
Charlie didn’t want regular bird food, he or she liked things like spinach, asparagus, carrot tops and things like that. Charlie didn’t like the cold weather and wouldn’t fly south with the other birds. He would find a way to get inside somehow . You never knew where you might find him nesting,
Once I opened a drawer to get a handkerchief , and there he was, warm and comfortable. Charlie always made himself at home no matter where he was.
It was hard to understand Charlie and he sure didn’t make it easy for you. He let it be known that he was a king and was going to be treated as such. I say “King” as I really don’t know what it is, so from here on we will think of it as a male, although he has the disposition of a female.
He wasn’t the smartest or prettiest bird around but he sure acted as some-one to be reckoned with. He would set on my shoulder or desk top and watch as I wrote. And pecked my ear when I misspelled a word. The damn bird was always showing off how smart he was.
When some people were watching a program on TV, he would change the channel on the remote by picking on it until he found something he liked. Other’s would throw things at him and he would take cover. We put him in a cage and bought him a ticket to the east coast, but it wasn’t long before he was back.
We went to see an animal psychiatrist and she told us we were crazy and it was against the law to hold this bird in captivity! We tried to get the animal shelter people to take the bird, the bird had other ideas. We ask what the bird was, a male or a female and the Veterinarian said: “Both”! We thought if we could find a mate for this thing, it would fall in love and go away, No such luck!
Next, we thought if we got a big mean cat, it would drive the bird away. But the damn bird drove the cat away! The dog was indifferent to the bird and just let it have its way. As time went by, we were getting desperate. No one wanted this bird and the bird wasn’t going to leave. I located a small strong chain and found an iron ball as big as the bird. Attached it to Charlie’s leg and drove him out to a lake, where he was tossed into the water and we drove away as fast as we could.
We thought to ourselves, at last we were rid of that damn bird. But do you know what happened, that damn bird mated with that iron ball and now there are iron balls all over in the lake and the fish eat them and then they can’t swim. If a fish don’t swim, it drowns. So now we have to deal with the US Game and fish department .
When I would go to the door, when the bell rang, I opened the door and he or she just walked in and went straight to the kitchen. I never did learn how to tell if a bird was male or female. The males seemed to be prettier but the females always popped on cars more.
Charlie didn’t want regular bird food, he or she liked things like spinach, asparagus, carrot tops and things like that. Charlie didn’t like the cold weather and wouldn’t fly south with the other birds. He would find a way to get inside somehow . You never knew where you might find him nesting,
Once I opened a drawer to get a handkerchief , and there he was, warm and comfortable. Charlie always made himself at home no matter where he was.
It was hard to understand Charlie and he sure didn’t make it easy for you. He let it be known that he was a king and was going to be treated as such. I say “King” as I really don’t know what it is, so from here on we will think of it as a male, although he has the disposition of a female.
He wasn’t the smartest or prettiest bird around but he sure acted as some-one to be reckoned with. He would set on my shoulder or desk top and watch as I wrote. And pecked my ear when I misspelled a word. The damn bird was always showing off how smart he was.
When some people were watching a program on TV, he would change the channel on the remote by picking on it until he found something he liked. Other’s would throw things at him and he would take cover. We put him in a cage and bought him a ticket to the east coast, but it wasn’t long before he was back.
We went to see an animal psychiatrist and she told us we were crazy and it was against the law to hold this bird in captivity! We tried to get the animal shelter people to take the bird, the bird had other ideas. We ask what the bird was, a male or a female and the Veterinarian said: “Both”! We thought if we could find a mate for this thing, it would fall in love and go away, No such luck!
Next, we thought if we got a big mean cat, it would drive the bird away. But the damn bird drove the cat away! The dog was indifferent to the bird and just let it have its way. As time went by, we were getting desperate. No one wanted this bird and the bird wasn’t going to leave. I located a small strong chain and found an iron ball as big as the bird. Attached it to Charlie’s leg and drove him out to a lake, where he was tossed into the water and we drove away as fast as we could.
We thought to ourselves, at last we were rid of that damn bird. But do you know what happened, that damn bird mated with that iron ball and now there are iron balls all over in the lake and the fish eat them and then they can’t swim. If a fish don’t swim, it drowns. So now we have to deal with the US Game and fish department .
Now you know where Charley the Tuna came from…… People don’t want tunas that taste good, they want Tuna’s that have good tastes .
Ben R. 1/17/09
Ben R. 1/17/09
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