I travel a lot, and when I go away my very patient and generous parents take in my very messy and noisy birds. For many years, until my dear lovebird Bonk passed away, I called every day when I was out of town and had my mom put Bonk on the phone. I’d yell, “Hi Bonk! Hey Bonky!” until I heard what I considered to be the appropriate number of whistles and shrieks, and then I’d be satisfied until the next day. Only a bird lover can understand this kind of obsession.
**For the full article, pick up the October 2009 issue of BIRD TALK**
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