studio companions

Farah reminded me of my cockatiel,Nana, now twenty years gone. He called each family member by a different name: I was Pretty Bird and my son was Ba-nana. He sang a song from Don Giovanni, jazz riffs, star trek noises,gave kisses and whistled like woody woodpecker. He absolutely ruled the roost, the dogs and cats were terrified of him. I truly miss that bird.
Freddie Levin

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