It was an early evening, there was red, green, and yellow feathers on the ground. I held a broom in my hand and after the parrot's screeching stoped it was replaced by crying and screaming. I then realized what I had done.
El Perico, a parrot smuggled from Mexico by my friend Don Pancho, spent most of his time in a wire cage Roberto made for him. After awhile he grew accustom to us and began wandering around in our garage we lived in at the time while we harvested Mr.Jacobson's vineyard. When he was out of his cage we closed the garage door, with an opening only large enough for him to fly out.
We all learned to love the parrot, but Francisco seemed too like him the most. He spent hours teaching it how to walk on a wire and talk. The affection they had was only matched by the affection the bird had for Catarina, a black cat with white spots that belonged to Chico and Pilar, a young Mexican couple who were undocumented like our parrot. Our parrot and their cat grew to like each other so much, they ate leftovers from the same plate. When Chico and pilar came without Catarina El Perico would …show more content…
El perico immediately threw a tantrum lowered than ever. The noise struck me like lightning. I had been in a terrible mood the last few days because the grape season was all most over and I didn't know where we were going to work. I covered my ears and bolted to the garage corner to grab the broom. While the bird was still screeching I swung at the bird with all my might. The feathers flew around. The screeching of the bird had stoped only for a moment, then the sound of the bird falling, then silence.It was soon replaced with screaming. Francisco ran out of the garage crying. He ran too the shed at the end of the vineyard. I then realized what I had done. I went back to the garage, took an aspirin, and went to bed. All though the night I had dreams of what happened and what I wish I did
El Perico, a parrot smuggled from Mexico by my friend Don Pancho, spent most of his time in a wire cage Roberto made for him. After awhile he grew accustom to us and began wandering around in our garage we lived in at the time while we harvested Mr.Jacobson's vineyard. When he was out of his cage we closed the garage door, with an opening only large enough for him to fly out.
We all learned to love the parrot, but Francisco seemed too like him the most. He spent hours teaching it how to walk on a wire and talk. The affection they had was only matched by the affection the bird had for Catarina, a black cat with white spots that belonged to Chico and Pilar, a young Mexican couple who were undocumented like our parrot. Our parrot and their cat grew to like each other so much, they ate leftovers from the same plate. When Chico and pilar came without Catarina El Perico would …show more content…
El perico immediately threw a tantrum lowered than ever. The noise struck me like lightning. I had been in a terrible mood the last few days because the grape season was all most over and I didn't know where we were going to work. I covered my ears and bolted to the garage corner to grab the broom. While the bird was still screeching I swung at the bird with all my might. The feathers flew around. The screeching of the bird had stoped only for a moment, then the sound of the bird falling, then silence.It was soon replaced with screaming. Francisco ran out of the garage crying. He ran too the shed at the end of the vineyard. I then realized what I had done. I went back to the garage, took an aspirin, and went to bed. All though the night I had dreams of what happened and what I wish I did