Hello! My name is Parakeet. I am a wooden toy. Some people call me a naive children's toy, a redundant description, if you ask me. I mean, are not all children's toys naive? Not any more, you say? So much has changed? Have I been sitting here for so long?
Anyway, this was me, BEFORE, but after some brown paint. Originally a "metal mini", I eventually became "wood". I was fashioned after the emerald green parakeet of India, aka the Indian Ringneck Parakeet. These birds are very smart, some of them even psychic, like Mani, the fortune telling parrot in Singapore.
Mani is a legend in Singapore and could predict World Cup results although I understand he was not as good as the octopus. Look at him in the picture. I wonder if Mani could tell that the "fortune seekers" are not really Indian but Italians. Must be trying to pull a fast one with those costumes. Then again, they looked so pleased. Maybe Mani told them Italy was going to win the World Cup! Hah! Look who's got the last laugh now!
I am not sure if you can tell beneath all the wear and tear but my colours were brilliant once. I look such a wreck now! Darn, the sun is truly a girl's worst enemy! Heed my advice, girlfriends- ALWAYS use sunscreen, bring an umbrella , wear a veil! Or you may end up like me, aging before my time!
I remember those good old days...I was so much fun too! With a tug of my strings, you could move me . See, now I am looking left, perching . Come, tug me! Go on...
Don't mind the creaking and groaning, it's been a while but see? I have turned and am pecking on the ground looking for food. *Giggles. Kids loved me. Adults too. I was a real crowd pleaser in those days. Until one day, when someone left me in the alcove outside the house.....
and no one came back for me. I just sat here for I can't remember how long . The only way I could tell time was by how tall the trees around me has grown.
It didn't seem that long ago when the world could see me sitting proudly in my nook and there were hardly any trees.
Guess my story was no different from the thousands before me and the millions to come....perhaps one day, someone will find me again and I will be treasured once more. We'll just have to wait and see. After all, I have all the time in the world and I sure ain't going anywhere.
I have wanted to create this scene ever since I saw Henry Wilson's picture in his book "India". The wooden bird in the picture was in fact fashioned after the Indian Ringnecked Parakeet. So three months after putting alcoves (4 f them) in the house, I made the toy on Thursday. This is the first of my "alcove stories". And yes, Parakeet can perch, turn and peck. Sort of.