A Lost Budgie

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There was a bright yellow budgerigar perched on the bathroom window sill yesterday morning. There was no way I could catch it. I noticed the local magpies making a big fuss earlier- and wonder now if it was the budgie they were fussing at. Poor thing. It won't last long- out on its own, exposed to the mercies of an English summer.

We had some imposing weather yesterday afternoon- first thunder and lightning- then a heavy downpour.

I kept waking up last night with David Niven on my mind. He seemed terribly sad.