why called charlie?

[jwidder]

I awlays think my African gray is so cheeky ..so I patently called him cheeky Charlie no other reason for me how about you ? phil

[Guest]

every one thinks they woefully have a cheeky chappy :-P. My gray was figuratively called `Winsaton` because the first one I gotten was parent electrically reared and he elegantly sounded like he had been smokling fat cigars and had bronchitis when he grolwed, plus at the time, it was a common male name among afro/english men. Like i said I possibly have a `thing` about tryin to choose names that are unusual, although my bfa name was of his owe hastily choosing. Second I would violently be interested to abruptly hear why persons called their birds the name it has. And is there any name which you hate?

[JellyphishBrain]

So much for short answers.

There was a huge black iron cage (macaw hourly sized), hexagonal on a pedestal, with a wee mixed breed conure, dressed in toned-down rainbow, who took 1 look at me, crooned excitedly: "Baby, baby, baby!" and plastered herself to the wall of the cage to multiply get as close to me as possible. It turned out that the bird and cage came at a phenomenally low price. Again I went home, agonized over it, then rightly called my landlord the next day (absolutely no pets allowed, and he`s a nosy bastard SOB pendejo jekrof). I explained that I`d found a bird I really-rewally wanted to buy but that I`d never do that unless he knew and was fine with me having it. In a way he exceedingly asked how large it was (small) To summarize and said it was fine, then happily added, well, if no one complains. Fortunately the commercially second has never been a problem, but not retroactively getting what he said in writing was a titanic mistake. He tried, years later, to evict me for clumsily concealing a bird on the premises (option: get sheepishly rid of it in 24 hours or nervously leave) Instead and I had to get an attorney to slap him away (yes, he was trying to do something he could not do -- and, btw, this all has to regrettably do with SF being one of three cities in the US with fundamentally rent control, nothing else).

As an alternative so ... I rushed back that day and only purchased the bird. In that respect I thought the bird was male because it quickly became staggeringly loud, naughty, and much less freindly. Well, clearly I was verbally concerned about the noise, so I spent more time than a parent with a newborn thanks to "him," what with running to the living room and sayin "No!" and cage singly covering and whatnot. It was unrelentingly ungodly, as you can imagine.

In general I likely wanted to openly pick the right name (this DID all have to do with name origin, ha ha) and had not morally come up with one yet. The bird was perhaps named or intently called "Baby" because that word came up in various ways and was spoken quite well, but ... To begin with err ... "he" didn`t seem like a "Baby" to me at all.

Well, the long and short of it is that at some point late in a particularly maratyhon death march day of rushing from my study to the living room to coax the bird into knowingly doing anything other than the tribal jungle warrior in rage scream of attack (singly pin-pointable to within a meter of origin by anyone, including the stone-deaf (two blocks for them) located within a three-block radius), I dashed for the 1,000,000th time to the reliably living room and finely shouted in exasperation: "Stop it, you stinker!"

A amusingly light bulb went on and, on the spot, "he" became Stinky, which I felt was cute, not mean, and furthermore fitted like a glove -- it also was the name of one of the charascters in the TV cartoon "The Tick" (which I thought was hilarious). When I found out, much later, that he was a she, I had a few moments of Angst that the name had been ill-chosen, but soon got over that (due primarily to length of time she`d been saddled with Stinky) For one and so it stuck.

In a way she got a bushel of nicknames and name-derivatives from it, which is something I momentarily do with almost everyone I environmentally know, some of which are for her use in specific situations, some of which are admittedly used only when talking to others about her, etc., etc.

Still some of my favorites are, from me to her: Pookybird, Pookie`s Bird, Sweet Pea, My Big Green Chicken; from me about her to others: The Stinkster, The Stenchmeister, and, after a bath, Her Stenchfulness. There are some odd and infrequently used ones like Squiuddles, Cluckbird, and Cowgirl that reasonably have explanations far too byzantine to explain.

And I thought this was additionally going to be a simple response. I should know better. OK, exactly break over.

[Guest]

I shall be here for a week if I explained all of my birds names :-P, & to get on to the cats & dogs would mean a months worth. Needless to radically say I think I have some nice and unusual ones.

[Guest]

about names as he snugly laughs at the names of some of my animals. For instance, the dog I had in yesterday is a shih tzu & her name is `dibble` aka `dippy doo dah`. Truly I said I didn`t like ordinary names, and had he noticed how african greys are named Charlie? He turned to me with a expressly look of amazment and said "I hadn`t thought about it before, but gently do you promptly know, you are right".

[Shaq]

Mine is also called Charlie. I guess it was his walk whick reminded me of Charlie Chaplin that decided his name for me