It wasn’t quite in the same league as Et tu, Brute? and Kiss me Hardy. But Tarbu the parrot’s last utterance was memorable all the same.
Before the African Grey passed away, he bade a final farewell to his owner, telling her: ‘Cheerio.’
The much-loved bird – at 55 thought to be the oldest pet parrot in the world – squawked his last word to Nina Morgan as she went to bed.
RIP: Tarbu the oldest parrot in England who had a penchant for KitKat chocolate bars has now died
His owner believes Tarbu’s longevity was down to ‘being spoilt’ – from munching Kit Kats to watching soap operas at their home in Exeter.
The parrot was rescued in 1957 as a chick from an animal trader in Tanzania, where former flight engineer Mrs Morgan was living. He has been by her side ever since. The night before he died, Mrs Morgan noticed Tarbu’s ‘cheerio’ was ‘very weak’.
The next day he could manage only ‘a few squeaks’. ‘I went to make a cup of tea and when I came back he was dead at the bottom of the cage,’ she said. ‘I cried for two days.’
He has lived an eventful life since being rescued from the clutches of a cruel animal trader in Tanzania in 1957 and was once taken into police custody after going missing.
Who's a pretty boy? Tarbo's owner Nina Morgan
poses with her beloved parrot and friend Roy Jenine at her home in
Exeter, Devon, 15 years ago
He squawked 'woof, woof' at dogs, 'miaow, miaow' at cats that passed his window and would dive bomb anyone that entered his home.
Tarbu even alerted partially deaf Mrs Morgan to the doorbell by shouting 'cooeee' and her name 'Nina', as she could not hear it ring.
Widow Mrs Morgan, who lives alone, said she was 'devastated' by the death of her beloved pet who was her constant companion for 55 years.
She said: 'He was a very intelligent bird and very clever. We never taught him to talk, he picked everything up.
His owner believes Tarbu¿s longevity was down to ¿being spoilt¿ and watching soap operas at their home in Exeter
'He sounded very weak and I did think "oh dear, he is not well" and had this feeling about it.
'The next morning he was on the top perch of his cage with both of his wings hanging down. I talked to him as usual and he gave me one or two little squeaks.
'I went to make a cup of tea and when I came back he was dead at the bottom of the cage. I cried for two days and I just miss him so much.'
Sad loss: Widow Mrs Morgan, who has received
many sympathy cards from friends over the parrot's death, called Tarbo
her 'little flyer' and said she would 'miss him dearly'
Mrs Morgan, a former flight engineer, was living in the country with her husband Peter, who was a pilot for the country’s president Julius Nyerere.
The couple decided to give Tarbu a better life and bought him for their son Christopher, then aged eight, in 1957.
Mrs Morgan added: 'He was a very young chick, he had not yet fully feathered. He adored my son and would shout "Christopher" at him.'
Christopher sadly died in a car crash in the 1970s and Mr and Mrs Morgan returned to England with Tarbu in 1985.
Fly around: Mrs Morgan said she let Tarbu out every afternoon for what she called his 'fly past'
Life-long friend: Tarbu became Mrs Morgan’s sole
companion when her husband, a former RAF pilot, died of emphysema.
Friends sent sympathy cards offering their heartfelt condolences when
the parrot died, right
She said: 'We did so much together. He would say "Hello, my darling" to me every morning when I gave him a digestive biscuit for breakfast.
'I would let him out every afternoon for what I called his "fly past" and he’d fly around the living room and come and sit by me on the sofa.
'We used to watch the news, Emmerdale and Coronation Street together. If an animal programme came on he used to squawk at the other creatures.
'Every night before I went to bed I used to say "cheerio Tarbu" and he would reply "cheerio".
'Everyone who met him thought he was the most wonderful bird. He was so intelligent and always doing something.
'If he saw a dog in the house he would dive bomb on it and squawk 'woof, woof' because he was guarding our home. I used to stroke him like he was a dog.
'He also used to shout 'miaow, miaow' and 'puss, puss' at cats when they went past the window. He has given me and my friends years of laughter.'
Tarbu’s brush with the law came several years ago when he escaped and was found by the police at the Royal Devon and Exeter Hospital.
They took him into custody and delivered him to a pet shop before finally being reunited with his owner.
Mrs Morgan buried Tarbu in her garden, underneath an RAF flag, after his death three weeks ago.
She added: 'He was my little flyer and I miss him dearly.'
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