Betrisher
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- Jun 3, 2013
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- Parrots
- Dominic: Galah(RIP: 1981-2018); The Lovies: Four Blue Masked Lovebirds; Barney and Madge (The Beaks): Alexandrines; Miss Rosetta Stone: Little Corella
As many of you know, I have an adult son who is autistic. One of Matt's great pleasures is his garden and this morning, he brought in a fistful of lovely roses to put in a bowl on our kitchen table. Shortly after that, he let Dominic out of his cage to have a wander about the benches and a play on the playgym. Everything was going swimmingly until I heard the unmistakable sound of Dommie flapping, then the thunk of him landing.
I jumped up to see where he'd gone and to my horror, he was nowhere to be seen! My first thought was 'Did anyone do a CAT scan? What if a cat had been inside without us knowing???' I ran about the house feverishly searching, but no Dommie! Oh no! I stood, thinking what to do next. That's when I heard the familiar 'ticktick' sound of Dom pecking at the ground. I followed the sound and found him busily patrolling up and down in the bathtub, crest fully deployed and marching earnestly back and forth! Of course, Dom is shorter than the bath is deep, so I didn't see him on my first inspection. Laughing, I stepped him up onto my hand and carried him back to the kitchen table. He didn't bite, which was good. I left him nibbling at a paper towel cylinder and began washing up the breakfast things.
While my back was turned, the wicked old so-and-so nipped off the heads of each and every rose in poor Matt's bowl. When I heard an uncharacteristic silence, I turned to see him munching merrily away on a gorgeous Double Delight with Mr Lincoln, Lady X, St Patrick and Scout's Honour all laid waste around him!
I jumped up to see where he'd gone and to my horror, he was nowhere to be seen! My first thought was 'Did anyone do a CAT scan? What if a cat had been inside without us knowing???' I ran about the house feverishly searching, but no Dommie! Oh no! I stood, thinking what to do next. That's when I heard the familiar 'ticktick' sound of Dom pecking at the ground. I followed the sound and found him busily patrolling up and down in the bathtub, crest fully deployed and marching earnestly back and forth! Of course, Dom is shorter than the bath is deep, so I didn't see him on my first inspection. Laughing, I stepped him up onto my hand and carried him back to the kitchen table. He didn't bite, which was good. I left him nibbling at a paper towel cylinder and began washing up the breakfast things.
While my back was turned, the wicked old so-and-so nipped off the heads of each and every rose in poor Matt's bowl. When I heard an uncharacteristic silence, I turned to see him munching merrily away on a gorgeous Double Delight with Mr Lincoln, Lady X, St Patrick and Scout's Honour all laid waste around him!
