roosted in the thick ivy, wreathing the oak. At first light he was back on the top of the oak tree shrieking like a banshee. Was he calling his vanished flock from the Brazilian rainforest? No way would he fly or crawl down to me. Dressed for glacial cold, I visited every 30 minutes. At 4pm, light failing, he’d perched lower just within arm’s reach. I held out a peanut in shell. He grasped one end; I held on to the other, grabbed his legs and shoved him under my coat. I got bitten (not badly) but Archie lived another eight years before succumbing to a heart attack.
Ariadne
Greenman This Ring neck was a ten year old rescue. In my aviary he had a blue Ring neck wife Ariadne. I enjoy naming all the aviary birds. Although she was only three years old, she succumbed to a stroke. She remained in her nest box and Greenman fed her. She could not fly. I decided to visit the vet. So I netted both parakeets, and put them in a dog crate covered with a towel. Next morning I drove off without lifting the towel. The vet opened the crate – only one bird inside. I guessed what must have happened Perdy, my wicked cockatoo, who’d been in that crate the week before,
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