Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Pugilist Pete

The sound was so lawless…raucous, vulgarhh…even the early morning sun quiver and turn pale. I swear I ain’t lying! The sun turn pale with fright! I see this meself, early Saturday morning gone.

KRAWWW KARAAAAWWWW KREHH KREEEHHH

KAROW KAKAAWWW KROW KROW KROW

One scrawk after another, scraping we ears, the air, the sky.

I been downstairs investigating another pipe that Lall break on Friday - I discover this early Saturday morning, water splatta-splatta wake me up. Then the krawwking and the kreehking start up. I run to we gate.

Mr. and Mrs. Pete been up in a tree across the road, cussing the whole nation on this good Independence Day.

What the scrawwk y’all Guyana people think y’all doing, selling we parrots to foreign countries, smuggling we, making fortunes out of we. Not because them rich ferringees, them rich foreigners who live overseas want we, that make it okay for you to sell we family and friends Abroad. You think we like living Abroad, in cages? You don’t think we enjoy we independence too?

Them two green parrots make me remember Uncle Jeremiah, me mother cousin. Jeremiah is he childhood nickname; he real name is Azeez. Or Azam. Or Akbar. Truth to tell, I ain’t know he real name. He live in England, been in Guyana for holiday early 2000. As usual, the gyaff take place in we verandah.

“I saw something that made me very sad today,” he did say in he crisp, proper way. “A baby jaguar was in a cage, in town. What are you doing with that, I asked the young man. He said he’s going to sell it.”

“One o’ them men did tell me that they got to earn a living too, uncle,” I say - not that I agree with the sale of wild animals, but just for argument sake.

“I don’t think it’s right. Sooner or later, our forests will be depleted of wild animals…”

Pete the parrot in the tree screech; he missis echo he sentiments. He rrrrile them hackles on he head. He rrrraise he hands up in the air like a triumphant pugilist. RRRRAAAAKKKK he holler and he and Mrs. Pete fly away.

I wish I can rent Pugilist Pete and he missis to disturb the arrogant man we hear about on Friday...but that is another story for another day...

25 comments:

cadiz12 said...

that reminds me of that children's story kids would say on the bus about two birds named Pete and Repeat. "Pete flew away. Who is left?" ad nauseam.

wouldn't it be nice to send annoyances in the mail to the people who deserve them the most? if you figure out how, be sure to let me know!

DCveR said...

One of the most stupid things about people who buy "exotic animals": they often find out they can't afford a proper habitat to their pets or they simply get tired of them... across the border, in Spain, they had to create a kind of veterinary hospital for exotic animals, simply to take care of the ones that are abandoned.
I love seeing animals that I can't find around here, but I don't even like to see them in zoos... let alone seeing them in a little cage so some rich little creature can show his friends he can afford a rare pet!

Louis-Fran├žois Pilard said...

Here in French Guiana they have rooster fights, with bets. They also have pikolet contests: tiny birds trained to sing the best song. Other people take pride in eating never yet tasted animals. I wouldn't like to have a Jaguar even if it were only a car. Yet I'd enjoy some Pumas for running (but not after me, only with them at my feet).

Guyana-Gyal said...

Louis, I think we call the pikolet the tawa-tawa here...it sings beautifully. Is it a shiny brown and black bird?

D, I didn't even KNOW that's what happens to some of those animals when they go overseas! I hope the smuggling, selling of wild animals here is banned one day. If people want to see them, come here to enjoy them in our rainforest.

Cadiz...postcards, how about postcards. With just a phrase, one sentence, that you know would annoy the person. hee hee hee hee hee I need to grow up. Really.

PI said...

Uncle sounds like a genuine conservationist - speaking from the heart.
Looking forward to eating about the arrogant man - too many of them about especially in Downing street!

Quick said...

Sad, the way we mistreat animals. Nice post though.

And thank you for the post of the week nomination. Most unexpected.

PI said...

ahem! that's HEARING!

Guyana-Gyal said...

Pat, as soon as I can gather my thoughts, I'll write it. Because it's interesting, the things I heard. I'm fascinated by the way some folks relish putting others down.

Quick, I wish you would write piles of books that I can take my time to read. I love the way you use words.

Zinnia Cyclamen said...

I love the way you write sounds, GG. I can hear those squawking screeching parrots, that water falling from the broken pipe, Uncle Jeremiah's voice. (And please don't grow up!)

sablonneuse said...

Such an exotic description again. My sister has a parrot called Oscar but I'm so glad my pets are cats.

Caroline said...

I was just reading this when your comment on my blog came in about my crow!

Caroline said...

Oh thank you for your kind comments on my photos GG - I know it must take an age to load my pages when the server is slow!

I thought I'd better put my thanks here as you won't want to have to go through that again just yet!

Honey said...

I followed you from your comments on Aunty Marianne's blog about my tree hugging. I loved the comment there as I love the blog here. I'm having a wee bit of trouble with my internet but when I can I'll be back to read more, what a pleasure, thank you.

Guyana-Gyal said...

Hello Honey, welcome to Guyana :-) I hope you can save as many trees as possible. I've flown over a land that had no trees, immediately after a lush, green place. The treeless land was dark, grey, scarred. It was like a living nightmare. More people should see things like that, maybe then they'll respect that nature has a fine balance, and the more we disturb it, the more we're killing off ourselves.

You're welcome Caro. Hahaha, that crow, after the parrot, cracked me up :-D

Cats and parrot. Sablonneuse, my sister inherited a parrot that couldn't fly...that parrot and my sister's MANY cats used to eat food together.

Zin, thank you,I truly appreciate your kind words. Hm...growing up...why is it, when we 'grow up' we lose the child inside?

Beenzzz said...

Poor animals. Mankind loves to play God with all the living creatures of the world. Someday we will have to answer for our crimes.

Olivia said...

I could just imagine a children's storyteller narrating the second to last paragraph.

And then
"Fly away Peter, fly away Paul. Come back Peter, come back Paul."

We once had a pair of parakeets called Peter and Paul. They did both fly away, but never came back. It was ironic because we used to recite that rhyme to them...

DaveM said...

I'm sure Pete the parrot can be a pest, the has to be something about having a parrot in the garden. To a much lesser degree we have collared doves around here which are very pretty, but when you get a couple near the window the cooo cooooing gets on your nerves.

Cream said...

Papa still has a canary. He often lets it out of the cage and it sometimes comes and perches on his head to Papa's delight.
There are pets and there are pets, isn't there Gigi.
A little bird, a cat maybe, but a wild animal like a jaguar, python, jaguar right out of their natural habitat, no way!

Anonymous said...

GG
how do you feel about the recent terror threats? i only ask because you are a fellow muslim Guyanese, are you worried about the way the world will recieve you now?

Guyana-Gyal said...

Anonymous, they are not Muslims. Muslims don't plan what they planned. My feelings are not up for discussion, please respect that.

Cream, you're back. Oh I am so happy! You cheer me immensely when I need it. Yes, you're right, wild pets, in their natural habitat should be left where they belong.

Davem, he pooped on the neighbours' wall, he picked their mangoes, ate half, dropped the rest. I remember doves in Jamaica...it was such a loooonely cry.

LOL Olivia, where do you think they got the idea from, to fly away :-D

Beenzzz, sigh, all I want is a world where people and animals are safe.

sablonneuse said...

Couldn't put a comment on your latest post so I'm leaving it here.
Dear G-G - it's not your fault: it's not your shame - nor is it a bad reflection on your country as a whole. There is an evil minority of people of ALL nationalities who are willing to kill innocent men, women and children. Just think of the American and British born terrorists who have been arrested so far. The whole world is capable of breeding terror. The whole world must shoulder the blame and work together to do something about it.

Guyana-Gyal said...

Thank you, Sablonneuse, for understanding, you are kind. And it's true, we all need to work together to heal.

I feel so sad about what's happened. I closed the comment box to avoid mean people, bad comments.

Dan Flynn said...

G,

At least those parrots are free. I've never liked those caged birds that people have in their homes with all the energy and vitality of those creatures locked behind bars. Mind you if them damn parrots woke me up of a morning I'd probably get a gun. Call me contrary but a person does need their sleep...

xx

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granny p said...

Lovely this; poor birds. The rest of the world has a lot to answer for, making such smuggling profitable.

I wanted to comment GG too on more recent post about the Guyanese terrorists. People like that everywhere; we've got them too. It does feel bad, but not your fault or that of the others where you are who are good people too. (I don't count the bird smugglers.)