A bird in the hand...
Well I avoided real life again today and didn't go into the city for my shrink appointment. Slept instead. Basically having issues about applying to uni have set me off again on the whole 'sleep through life' mentality.
Sooo then I get up... and discover that my mother has adopted a bird! Yep a Galah. Apparently she found it on someone's rockery down the road and she and the post(wo)man were concerned about it getting attacked by a dog or cat. It seemed really tame so they thought it could have been somebodies pet. So... mum brought it home.
He's very cute and fluffy and we think he's probably pretty young. We don't know whether he was someone's pet or whether he's a bub who's lost his mum. Don't know what the hell we're gonna do with him though. We can't really keep him coz we still mind the dogs sometimes. Plus we don't have an avery or anything. Maybe my brother will want him & he's good at building stuff, he could easily whip up an avery. In the meantime though, we've got ourselves a fluffy little pooping machine!
Sooo then I get up... and discover that my mother has adopted a bird! Yep a Galah. Apparently she found it on someone's rockery down the road and she and the post(wo)man were concerned about it getting attacked by a dog or cat. It seemed really tame so they thought it could have been somebodies pet. So... mum brought it home.
He's very cute and fluffy and we think he's probably pretty young. We don't know whether he was someone's pet or whether he's a bub who's lost his mum. Don't know what the hell we're gonna do with him though. We can't really keep him coz we still mind the dogs sometimes. Plus we don't have an avery or anything. Maybe my brother will want him & he's good at building stuff, he could easily whip up an avery. In the meantime though, we've got ourselves a fluffy little pooping machine!