Res Gestae
Pets and related stories
(Second of 3 parts)
Aside from a hamster family, we still have two other “couples” in the home: Barry and Tiffany, the lovebirds, and Jamal and Latika, the turtles.
By the way, we got a pair of white rabbits, too. But our space in the condo is not wide enough to make rabbits comfortable. We sent them to my parents in the province even before we thought of giving names to other pairs.
Few weeks ago, however, we were told a female rabbit died. Was it due to ectopic pregnancy? We didn’t have the idea. We didn’t even know if she was pregnant. (By the way, is there also a case of ectopic pregnancy in animals? I am only guessing actually.)
So much about our white rabbits.
Now, about Barry and Tiffany, the lovebirds. Obviously, they are named after singers, Barry Manilow and Tiffany Evans.
We believe birds’ chirpings are songs and they are the only creatures which, by nature, are singers.
Barry popularized the songs like I Can’t Smile Without You, I Write the Songs, and Somewhere Down the Road; while Tiffany is famous with her All This Time, Here in My Heart, and And I Am Telling You.
The songs are among our favorites in the play list every morning. Listening to them give us a doze of energy to begin the day not necessarily right but well. Songs are language of the heart.
As we begin each day, it is an advantage to listen to the voices of our hearts and be hypnotized of its reasons for things – reasons that even our minds cannot comprehend.
Barry and Tiffany sing not just love songs. Their voices soothe the troubled hearts. Their music relieves stress. At the end of my day’s work, I usually sit at the window near their cage, listening to them sing while gazing at the retiring red-orange sun and drifting my mind away with thoughts of day that has just gone.
In retrospect, we’ve never regretted spending P300 to have Barry and Tiffany. Having them is more than having a Magic Sing. Their sounds are thousands of beautiful, at times even enchanting, love songs. Their “albums” are not only at par with platinum recordings; they are priceless.
Exaggerated? Nope! Maybe I only know how to listen to good music.
Talking of listening, I suggest you watch the movie, August Rush. Maybe only then you would say I am not exaggerating at all. (To be continued)