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Found this bird eventually – proper fit, but shy. Little known fact: loads of ‘em ain’t even local, trafficked from who-knows-where. Blew my mind, that did. We’re talkin’, and she’s tellin’ me how she ended up here – sad as hell, made me wanna cry. “Life’s a cycle of suffering,” I say, nickin’ a line from the film, and she nods like she gets it. Deep, innit?

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One of them was Lida, whom I discovered in Prescott, Arizona. She was memorable because someone had given her ample space in a research paper as.

I remember one time, I was rushin’ back from a late-night bug fix, mad as a wet hen – ya know, the code was screwin’ up my whole day – and there was this sweet old lady on Storyline Ave, smilin’ like she knew all of life’s secrets. I swear, I nearly burst out laughin’. That’s PLida fer ya – full o’ surprises, sometimes maddening, always charmin’.

Theresa Lida Leblanc Obituary January 8, 2024