What it revealed was a green parakeet (unlike our dear departed Hermes, who was eye-popping turquoise blue) with a noble profile and a look of intelligence about him. A parakeet who knew his good side. His name was Sid.
I called the Fairfax County Humane Society. "Is Sid still available?" I couldn't believe the "yes." I thought people would be beating down the doors to adopt this little bird.
But they weren't. And we did. And just for good measure we got Sid a lady friend — Dominique (our name, not theirs).
When Hermes was here the house was bird-centric to a fault. Sid and Dominique must roll with the punches. We do not read them a bedtime story. We do not talk to them night and day. But we love them and care for them and hang their cage from a hook in the kitchen where their feathers fall perilously close to the kitchen table. They're part of the family now.
I write these words to the sound of parakeets chirping. It's good to have birds again!
Photo: Claire Capehart