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BARBARA, A LOVE OF MINE

Story ID:8254
Written by:Frederick William Wickert (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Story
Location:Gilboa New York USA
Year:2012
Person:Barbara
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There was a Barbara in my life. She was a yellow wing Amazon parrot, a subspecies of the blue front Amazon. I loved her very much. I found her dead on the bottom of her cage yesterday morning. She has been with us for close to 40 years. I got her from a bachelor school teacher who had raised her from a baby. A few months after we got her, I wrote him a letter in which I told him he was a fool for ever parting with her, and that he could not buy her back for a million dollars.

In my old home that I lost to a flood back in January of 1996, we had a long kitchen. At one end of the kitchen there was an archway entering another room. I had constructed a swing hanging by a chain from the center top of the archway. Barbara liked to climb up the side of the swing and sit at the top where it was attached to the chain it was suspended from.

She was there one night when I began to make a pot of coffee. Suddenly she asked me, "What are you doing?" I replied, "What am I doing Barbara? I'm making a pot of coffee." After a short pause Barbara said, "Get over here. Now." As you can well imagine, I was quite amused by that. She had never spoken quite that way before. I walked over to the swing and leaned my face close to her and said, " I'm here Barbara." Then she cocked her head sideways and said, "I love you."

At that moment a wave of love washed over me that was overwhelming. Obviously, I have never forgotten it. Barbara was a real character. She liked music and could whistle several songs. She was extremely intelligent and learned things quickly and easily. She could talk in English, French, and Latin. Of course, I did not understand either the French or the Latin. We did for a time have a visitor who spoke French and it tickled him no end that she would converse with him in French. She also knew how to eat with a spoon. When Tae and I used to have fights she would threaten me with divorce.

When she did this she always said there were two birds she was taking with her. One of them was Barbara. We had a numerous collection back then. I miss her already and know I will miss her more as time goes on. I hope when I pass away that we will be reunited. I think someone name Augie probably greeted her when she arrived.

For that story and for pictures of Barbara, please read my story entitled “A Supernatural Visit”.

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Please visit my website at: www.fredsstoryroom.com.