At 74 and having undergone a clinical operation, my mother finds difficulty in maintaining her balance. She strains in getting up from a reclined position and she walks very slowly. She is most of the time left in the house with my father who has a hearing problem.
When they were all alone one summer afternoon, mom decided to go out the front yard to check on the gate and see if it was latched. And seeing it was secured, she then sauntered back home. And halfway through, she was suddenly caught off-balanced, forcing her body to lie flat on the ground, which is covered with soil. Weak and unable to force her weight up, she just resigned to wait for assistance. Though she tried to holler for help, only a murmur would be heard. In the meantime, Dad was inside the house watching the television unaware of the event outside.
It is worth mentioning at this point, that in the front yard, there is a pet parrot which is free and untied. It does not fly but it just walks its way about the yard. It shelters itself on a branch of the mango tree located at the center of the lawn.
In an unexpected occurrence, the parrot alighted from the tree limb and strolled towards mom. It began to utter strange and loud cooing. I would not be able to guess at that particular moment on the specific intent of the pet, on whether it was playfully conversing with mom or whether it was yelling for help. But remarkably, just after some time, the noise attracted the senses of my father. He then went out to check on what the sound commotion was. He presumed the parrot was being attacked by a cat. And as he stepped outside, he was surprised to see mother fastened to the ground, with the parrot staying beside her.
The story was relayed by mom when I arrived home in the evening. It amused me to hear mother eagerly relating this funny parrot anecdote. I am grateful enough that no serious harm was inflicted on her. As for the parrot, it was given a festival dinner that night.
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