Last Sunday a man strode by me on Bridge Street with a riot of colour and widespread wings on his shoulder. He was taking his great macaw, of scarlet, indigo and gold plumage, for a stroll. Happily, it was a mild day. “He does not like the cold,” the man told a passerby who asked about the parrot. Man and bird looked absolutely companionable.
I was reminded of the parrot who features strongly in Iris Murdoch’s The Book and the Brotherhood. A small African Grey enters the life of eleven-year-old Gerard Hernshaw when clients of his father’s leave the country and cannot take the bird with them. Gerard falls “instantly and passionately” in love with the parrot, whom he names Grey. Its very presence in the house makes him feel he is waking up every day to a miracle. He delights in Grey’s grace and good health, his clever yellow eyes and his pure pale grey feathers with a touch of scarlet in his tail and wingtips.