1. In the Morning

I am Pea-chan, a male Parakeet.
I am about eight years old, but elderly as a parakeet.

After the cold days from the beginning of November, it is very warm today. Isn't it called an Indian summer?
Now in the morning.

The radio sound was heard in the room next door up until a minute ago, but now some other noise is there.
Oto-san may be folding up a futon.
As it is Sunday today, he may have got up to see his favorite TV program.
I can hear the footsteps coming into this room.

"Good morning, Pea-chan."
Yawning voice is surely Oto-san. He takes away the furoshiki covering my birdcage.
Dazzling! The sky is clear just as I expected.

This is the Western-style room facing south on the eleventh floor of the condominium.
I am in the birdcage on the stand by the window.

"Oto-san ohayo." (Good morning, Oto-san.)
I answer to his sleepy face, and then add some words as usual.
"Oto-san daisuki. Peachan iiko-dayo." (I like Oto-san. Pea-chan is a good boy.)
The head of the family breaks into a smile right away.
It is the beginning of our day.

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They say, early in the autumn afternoon about eight years ago, three young birds were hatched in the hall of a gardening school. They were parakeets.
The staff presented one of them in a cage to a certain family.

The family was Oto-san, Oka-san, his wife, and three children. Their house was on the eleventh floor of the twelve-story condominium.
Oto-san, fifty years old, was running a small company then and now too. Oka-san has been helping him.

The young male parakeet was put in Yoshiko-san's room. That's me.
Yoshiko-san, an elder daughter, was in the second grade of a university. She began to take care of me with so-called (?) liquid food.

After all, I was a baby. As my eyes were still blind then, I probably put my small beak to the spoon held out by Yoshiko-san and devoured food.

I was admitted as the sixth member of the family at the beginning of the New Year.
At that time I already liked to eat tsubu-tsubu (millen grains). Getting down from the perch, I eat food and drink water.

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Oto-san is still watching TV in the living room. The coffee flavor is drifting over to me. Because today is a day off, coffee isn't instant.

The courtyard below has begun bustling. It is a large space surrounded by six condominiums.
Children are playing around. Sparrows, pigeons and other unknown birds are singing together and crying with loud voices.
I felt to join their singing. So I cried loudly.
"Pea-chan iiko-dayo!" (Pea-chan is a good boy!)

Now various memories from the past have come out, brightly glowing in the morning sunshine.

Reading Part 1 (5:12): on
"chan" - the final syllable attached to the name of an animal or a person.
It Shows endearment.
"san" - the final syllable attached to the name of a person whom we respect.
by Ms. Julia Takaya
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