I had wanted a pet of some
kind as long as I could
Being an only child in that big house, I longed
something of my very own. A neighbor lady gave
us a nearly new bird cage, and I pleaded for a
A canary or a parakeet.
Finally, my 14th birthday rolled around and as I
entered our home, I heard a chirping sound. I
given a beautiful blue parakeet with a little
bowl - like tuft on his head and a vivid green
tummy. Ohhhh, I loved him instantly and named
"Rocky" after a friend's pet.
He hopped around that cage and watched me
as he bobbed his little head up and down. Every
I would speak in a high falsetto voice,
"Rocky Is A Pretty Boy"
over and over. He would cling to the side of the
as if listening to every syllable I uttered.
One day as I was cleaning his cage, Rocky became
escapee. He flew all around the downstairs and
not be caught. Being panicked that someone would
open a door and he would be gone forever, I kept
saying, "Rocky Is A Pretty Boy" again and again.
Suddenly there was a flutter of feathers as he
on my head and then to my shoulder. I was amazed
this and I got a small mirror from his cage and
him back inside.
Rocky became a regular beggar after this and my
Step-Mom let him have some freedom every day. He
soaring high and swooping low, then landing on
head for a ride. He began to mimic my voice as
repeated the phrase I lovingly taught him.
got stuck on the word, " Pretty, Pretty, Pretty.
We all loved that bird and he was let out every
come and go as he pleased. One day my Step-Mom
made a banana cake with fancy icing, and planned
it to a church pot luck supper. Everyone in our
village knew that she was a wonderful baker of
As she put the cake on the counter to be taken
get-together, she forgot Rocky was loose. To her
she found bird footprints straight down the
the cake and Rocky sat in his cage cleaning his
with his little ball-like tongue. She said, "I
With a sneaky grin, she got a knife & dipped it
water, erasing any signs of bird prints. At the
get-together, folks knowing what a good baker my
Step-Mom was, lined up for a piece of her cake.
We all went home laughing at the thought of the
We learned to never let Rocky loose when food
out. I still laugh at the memory of my beloved
and his many antics over his 3 year life span.
Ann Marie Fisher
ŠApril 21, 2007
Scripture from Psalm: 147
Praise the LORD!
For it is good to sing praises to our God;
For it is pleasant, and praise is beautiful.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their