It`s possible to live without parrots, but it makes no sense.
My name is Hans, I`ve had five parakeets when I was a youngster. The one, who was the most
intelligent (jabbering all day long), flew away. My father never forgave me.
It was my fault, I forgot to close the door of the cage.
20 years later: German merchant marine, in the harbour of Santos, Brazil.
The first officer is watching me from the bridge, while I´m negotiating the
prize for an Amazone whith a native.
With a calm voice the officer told me, I might not buy the bird because if he
would be sick, the whole ship might be chained in Rotterdam for two
weeks in quarantaine and I`d have to pay all the harbour fees. (50.000 Marks)
Some years later my mum brought me one of this grey parakeets with orange
cheeks. he hated me from the first moment on.
It was hard for me to work next day with all that punctures in my fingers.
(At this time I was a letterpress printer).
When I bought some junkfood for this vulture some days later, I had to wait,
because there were other customers in the petshop.
So I strolled around and found a nearly forgotten SUPERBIRD in the last left backcorner
of the shop. (I`d like to tell you, it`s all coincidence in life. If there
wouldn`t have been other customers, I`ll never would have detected the
GREAT LOVE OF MY LIFE.
PEPI
He died two years ago of an illness , I never heard before.
It`s called Aspergillosis and he got it from peanuts.
But we were together for 36 years and had lots of fun,
even he didn`t smoke, but he drank more beer then me.
Kind regards from Vienna
Hans
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I'm new as well (also a new bird owner)