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Yes, But When Will the Caged Bird Sing?


by Tim Mollen

Journal Entry: July 10, 1973 (age 4)

Now that I’m four, I get to go over to my friends’ houses sometimes, as long as one of the parents is home. My favorite places to go are Jackie Gosney’s house and Brian West’s house. They both live on James Street on Binghamton’s South Side, just a few doors from our green, two-family house on Vine Street. Today Brian and I were both playing at Jackie’s house when we heard my mom calling for me from down the street.

Mom was standing in front of our wood-paneled Ford station wagon, and a small crowd of kids had started to gather around her. She was laughing and talking about the amazing parrot she had just seen at the pet store. She said she wanted to take my brothers, Bob and Dan, and me to see the bird, and that she’d take any of the other kids in the neighborhood, as long as their parents gave permission. The knot of kids exploded in all directions, as if the world’s coolest ice cream truck had just jingled into view, demanding the plundering of parental wallets.

Safari Pets is on Main Street all the way in Johnson City. On the long drive there, Mom told her eight passengers about the parrot. It had started talking to her as soon as she saw it, and didn’t stop until she left. She said it was like talking to a person. The parrot told jokes. The parrot sang songs. If she had stayed, the parrot might have asked her about her life insurance needs.

When we got to the store, we stampeded straight to the bird section. Mom winced an apologetic look at the startled shopkeeper, who looked to be wondering if a bird-watching bus had just arrived. In a back corner of the store was the large metal birdcage with its swinging trapeze. Perched on the trapeze was a foot-and-a-half-tall green parrot. We gathered around the cage in an excited bustle. The bird perked up, and surveyed each of us with quick darts of its head.

We all started to talk to it at once, and then my mom said, “Quiet down, kids – we don’t want to scare it.” Then she put her face very close to the cage and started cooing at the bird. In a singsong voice, she told the parrot that it was a nice, pretty, beautiful bird. Two tiny, black beads stared back at her, but there was no audible response. “Don’t you remember me?,” asked Mom. “You were such a sweetie earlier when we talked. Don’t you want to say hello?” The bird remained tight-beaked. After a few more minutes of fruitless coaxing, the kids started to wander off to other parts of the store. Bob, who, at age 12, was the elder statesmen of the bunch, seemed to declare the end of the proceedings when he growled at the bird, “Polly wanna nap?”

Finally, even Mom gave up. She gathered the gaggle of us together for the disappointed drive home. “I’m sorry, kids,” she said as we started out the door. Just then, a squawk erupted from the back of the store. “Don’t go! Don’t go!”

Tim Mollen is a freelance writer and actor living in Greater Binghamton, New York. “Lost Journal” is his syndicated, weekly newspaper column in which he chooses a day from his past and writes about it as though it was today. He’s also an avid animal-lover and helps Project P.A.W. (Protectors of Animal Welfare) a non-profit animal shelter in Binghamton, NY. He designed and maintains their website.
Project PAW : Protectors of Animal Welfare


About Author

Devoted pet owner and now, devoted pet editor, Judi worked in traditional offices, keeping the books and the day-to-day operations organized. Taking her dog to work every day for over a decade never seemed odd. Neither did having an office cat. She knows what it's like to train a new puppy and she's experienced the heartache of losing beloved companions. Retired, she currently lives with her spoiled dog and four chickens (who are, interestingly enough, also spoiled).

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  1. I love animals! Any kind of animal , love um! But sometimes itgets hard keeping up with all of them, do you have any suggestions on pet sitters, is it wrong? right? I want to go on vacation and I dont think I can take them with Thanks!!


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