A Lost Budgie
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.
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.
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And rather splendid.
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I love those little guys.
However, I have cats, so no birds for me.
:)
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I love birds. I envy them. If there's one power I wish I had it's flight.
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There used to be a feral parakeet that lived with a flock of sparrows near my elementary school. It was bright blue; I saw it for a couple of years running. It had clearly been adopted by the sparrows and was not interested in being recaptured. Jack London, eat your heart out.
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So I guess there's some hope for my budgie.
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Britain is on roughly the same latitude as New York- but the climate is very different- much less extreme- mainly (I believe) because we benefit from the Gulf Stream- which washes our shores with warm water from the tropics.
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He was a charmer- and his memoirs are a delight.
It's a shame he was so unhappy.....