It’s taken me a while, but I am slowly making up for lost time in regard to technology. I was last in line to get a cell phone — by choice. I didn’t want to be that person walking around the grocery store, saying things like, “Hi honey, cereal is on sale, two for $4; should we get two bran or one bran and one shredded wheat?” But, low and behold, I made just such a call last week. Now I am hands-free capable in my car after receiving a Blue-Tooth kit (thanks for keeping me safe Mom!).
So I made my first speaker-phone call on my way home. My husband answered ... and so did Ollie with a conure screech and then Gracie with his bewildered cockatiel half whistle. By now the usual birds-competing-with-the-phone-routine was in full swing. I should mention that I was stopped at the longest stoplight in all of Los Angeles, windows down. I could feel the stare of the person in the car next to me; their radio got conspicuously lower and lower as my birds got consistently louder and louder.
After reading Nikki Moustaki’s article on keeping in touch over the phone and web (page 20), I will perhaps put my long commute to good use by conference calling with the flock ... and in doing so redefining the “contact call.”