For his birthday this month, Noah would like a parakeet. Cage has been dragged up from the basement, scoured within an inch of its life and sits waiting for a new occupant. In anticipation of his gift, Noah has been doing a lot of research and has learned that silence can be terrifying to birds because in the wildlife when a predator is hunting, all of its prey hides - creating a silent void in the area.
Hmmmm, I'd be scared too for that matter.
So he has been thinking about how to make sure his bird is not left alone in silence for long periods of time - say on Sundays when we disappear for a few hours in the morning, if not the whole day.
"I know!" He exclaimed, "we could create a music play list for him and then.. no wait, can you make the Rush Limbaugh show repeat itself?"
"Yes", I replied.
"Great, then we will have an educated bird. What would you call a baby bird then? Ahhh! A Rush Chick! "
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Thursday, May 14, 2009
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