The Bird with the Bright Eyes
“I am going nuts here by myself,” Pat Myers confessed to her daughter, Annie. Pat had been virtually confined to her house for a year as she was treated for an inflamed artery in her temple that affected her vision and stamina.
A widow with two adult children, Pat had been happily running a chain of dress shops. But now that she had to give up her business, her home began to feel oppressively silent and empty. Finally, she admitted to Annie how lonely she was.
“Do you think I should advertise for someone to live with me?” Pat asked.
“That’s such a gamble,” Annie said. “How about a pet?”
“I haven’t the strength to walk a dog,” Pat said. “I’m allergic to cats, and fish don’t have a whole lot to say.”
“Birds do,” said her daughter. “Why not get a parrot?”
And so it began.
Pat and Annie visited a breeder of African Greys and were shown two little featherless creatures huddled together. Pat was doubtful, but Annie persuaded her to put a deposit down on the bird with the bright eyes. When he was three months old and feathered out, he was delivered to his new owner, who named him Casey.