If you've been a long-time visitor of this blog, you've heard me mention a friend from New York named Elaine. She's had a canary named Rupert for almost 20 years. I'm sure you know what comes next. Rupert died two weeks ago. Elaine is sure that Rupert understood almost everything she said to him, and who am I to argue? The first picture is Rupert in 2001.
Here is Elaine, talking with Rupert, also in 2001 (don't ask how much we've aged in 10 years).
Rupert was very calm and tame. He was pretty much free to come and go from his cage as he wished. Here he is in 2009
Elaine has a new canary named Robbie, and she's trying really hard to focus on training him while working through the loss of Rupert.
She sent me the link to this video. It's not Rupert, but she says this canary's song is just like his. I didn't realize that canaries had different tunes, but I guess they do. If you are so inclined, listen to a canary sing, and think of my friend, Elaine. She's really hurting.
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