My wife was on the phone speaking to her sister who lives near Jerusalem. Vicki related this story and the difficult phone call she had to make last week. I’ll just paraphrase the call for you now.
‘Mrs. Rabinowitz’?
‘Yes.’
‘This is Mrs. Buratti. We were so delighted to have Mortimer (her parrot) come over for a play day with Ruby. They were having the best time!’
‘I left the room for a minute and think that was a mistake. My daughter Sadie let the birds out of the cage and then yelled for me to ‘hurry momma!’
‘This is really difficult for me to say. When I raced into the living room, Mortimer was at the window and the next thing I knew he dropped from sight. As I got to the window, unfortunately, the picture I just emailed to you is what I saw. As you can guess, both Sadie and I are mortified. We rushed downstairs, but by that time there were just a few feathers left.’
‘Mrs. Rabinowitz. Mrs. Rabinowitz.’
‘Hello…this is Sonja, Mrs. Rabinowitz’s daughter. What is wrong…my mother has apparently fainted.’
‘I’ll be there in five minutes.’
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