"How you does know a boy parrot from a girl parrot?" I ask me mother last night.
She, like Ms. Authority, say, "They voice does sound different."
"Eh?" I say. That ain't make nooo sense at all to me. "Different? I don’t hear no difference in Blossom voice from any other parrot."
Ms. Authority say, "Yes, she voice sound different, you can't hear it? Them man one does squawk more..."
Blossom the parrot belong to Priya, the fruit vendor lady, and she husband. Everyday Blossom does go to work with Priya. They does sell fruits from a cart on the grassy roadside, under a tree. The whole bottom half o' the fruit cart is a cage, four foot by three foot long and wide, and two foot high.
That is Blossom office. She does watch out and monitor people, and cluck to we when we stop in we car to buy fruits and chat with Priya.
Yesterday morning Priya did telling we 'bout Blossom.
Heh! Wait 'til you hear 'bout this parrot! You gon really believe that Blossom is Priya and she husband third child.
[But I still don’t know how they know if Blossom is a girl.]