With a soft and raspy voice, Mango Mango he would whisper in my ear.   Then the name of his girlfriend, Nah-tah-sha (Natasha) in elongated syllables.   It was a daily morning ritual for months.  No, it was not my hot Latin lover waking me each morning.  It was Mango, a Sulfur Crested Cockatoo an his girlfriend Natasha was an Umbrella Cockatoo.  While working at the zoo one of the groups of animals I often cared for was our collection of birds.  They slept in a secure building at night, so each morning they were brought out and each night they were brought in.  I carried a Double Yellow-Headed Amazon Parrot on one hand, Natasha on the other, and Mango on my shoulder.  This is what everyone in my position did.

One day I hear Mango whispering in my ear his name as usual, Mango Mango, Mango Mango.  Then the next thing I felt was intense pain as Mango stuck his beak inside me ear and bit me.  He bit the inside of my ear.  I put them all three on exhibit and then stopped the blood that was drizzling down the side of my face.  I forgave Mango for his indiscretion but fate is bitch.  One day when I was off and someone else was taking care of the birds something happened to Mango.  We kept all our birds flight feathers trimmed so they could not get enough lift to fly.  However they could still glide.  For some unknown reason Mango tried to fly away from his keeper that day I was off.  He glided into a stump and by our alligator lake and was eaten by an alligator.  That was the end my cute little Mango Mango and is the end of this story.