I am grateful for all the comforting words and sentiments which have been sent my way ever since I shared the sad news of Mykee’s death. While I am still trying to decide whether or not to get another keeshond to fill the void which Mykee left behind, yesterday I bought a young canary, to join the pair of lovebirds which I’ve had in the house for a long time.
Although the lovebirds nestle together affectionately, and I find eggs regularly in their cage as proof of their affection, they don’t really sing to each other; they mostly just squeak and squawk, so I’ve named them Gustav and Alma (after the Mahlers).
The young canary has adjusted well to his new environment. He seems happy. It’s only been one day, but already my house is filled with his sunny disposition, his thrilling trill and cheerful chatter. Maybe he’ll inspire Gustav and Alma to sing a different tune.
I have yet to name the young male canary. I’m thinking of Johann (after Bach), or maybe Papageno (after the character in Mozart’s The Magic Flute, my favorite opera). Any suggestions?
My vote’s for Papageno . . . but as a jazz fan naming a bird after “Bird” would be my thing.
Yes, I decided moments after writing the post, that Papageno is the better name, too. But, I’m afraid this Papageno will never find his Papagena, because male canaries sing only when they are searching for mates. Once they find a partner, they generally stop singing. That’s true of many human beings, too, I think….Your Charlie Parker “Bird” reference is one for the books. I’m grinning ear to ear.
Bach wrote some transcendentally beautiful music, but Johann is not as light-hearted as Papageno.
I rememberr a film version of “Sheep may safely graze” played on a flute by a priest in a lacy chasuble in a Spanish church while fascist bombs rained down during the Spanish civil war. A big claim for a canary.
Papageno asks for less.
–The local Mary Davidson
Priests in lacy chasubles—that’s an altar boy’s dream (or maybe worst nightmare).