Sunday, August 15, 2010

Another Day More Birdseed

Being a budgie is okay I guess; I can't compare it to anything
else because I haven't been anywhere besides here.  Every afternoon, when the sun goes away from my front window, Mum pulls the curtain and I jump on my swing.  Then, she closes up the whole house.  Usually, the radios been on all day and she turns that off and puts on the news; and then MASH comes on.
My days are of me talking to the birdie in the mirror, ringing the bells in my cage, eating seed and millet and chewing up newspaper.  Otherwise, Mum gives me lots of tickles under my left wing and lets me fly around. 
Yep, another day, two more scoops of birdseed.

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