Flight of Icarus

Evening all.

Oh for the shame of it...call out Pet Squad, summon the RSPCA, get a message to uncle Rolf and his didgeridoo of pet protection, call the Bondi vet.....(though not the female one who seems to kill the majority of animals she touches)

Our budgie is too heavy and too unfit to fly!!

Before our relatives began developing strange and terminal ailments and a propensity to drop off their perches (see what i did there) we used to give the budgie's wings an airing at least two or three times a week, and it would soar majestically, sometimes as much as two feet off the ground before crashing headlong into a window and sliding down,dazed, behind a radiator.

As we have increased our time ministering to the sick and needy we appear to have neglected out avian associate. Yes, we feed him daily. Yes, we clean him out weekly. Yes, we toss cheery conversational gambits his way in the hope of a response..but i can't help feeling he is missing out.

(also it is worth pointing out that although i call him 'he', he is in fact female...)

So from today i dedicate myself to him her. I shall attempt to cure it's depression by telling it witty bird based puns, and importing funny clown like characters to bring a smile to it's beak.

An exercise programme befitting an olympian shall be instituted and a daily flightpath to rival a long haul airline will be initiated...

and we shall fly..
high,
like an eagle

(knowing my luck the bloody cats'll get it on it's inaugral trip!!)

night all

iron maiden