A Lovebird Named Jesus

 

     A month ago, we brought home a pair of lovebirds. And it was a wise decision, we thought, as the pair always filled the house with their lovely music/singing. They stay quiet when the house is quiet. But play some music and they will sing along. Most of the time, they’d be unabashedly on PDA mode, showing everyone how in love they are with each other, but sometimes, you could see them quarrelling and fighting, with the female mostly doing the quarrelling and fighting. Dunno why, maybe the male was caught flirting with other chicks, like hearting their Facebook posts. But wait, they don't have cell phones.

    And then two days ago day, because they were not coming out of their nest box, we got worried and took a peek inside it—and lo and behold, we saw two eggs inside. The female laid eggs exactly on Christmas day. It was certainly a wondrous thing, two creatures in love, and then making some babies. We celebrated; wine and pulutan overflowed, a brass band was hired and balloons were flown.’ Kiddin, but we drank and as I struggled with intoxication, I wondered, “Once it’s hatched, can we name one of the nestlings Jesus?”