"Let's all sing like the birdies sing, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet." Does that give you a clue about the pet to be described? Just writing about this pet makes me smile.
When I improved my employment status from that of a delivery man to a shipyard worker (blog : A Presidential Smile), my income quadrupled. Suddenly, it seemed that I had more money than I could handle. Not exactly. Mom got half of my paycheck, a quarter went into a savings account, and the balance was mine to spend as I pleased.
Outside the shipyard gates there was always a bevy of vendors. On Fridays I would buy my mother some flowers. One Friday, however, I went all out and brought home a caged canary. My startled mother, once over her surprise, became excitedly happy about this gift. It soon became a family favorite. We enjoyed the bird for about two years when, suddenly, it died. My mother was saddened, but didn't want a replacement because the cycle would repeat itself.
During the Great Depression years, I don't recall a plethora of household pets such as we have today. I suppose that was because we didn't have the money for their upkeep.
I think we missed something in having a mostly petless household.
More, later.
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