Coming back to my blog this evening after being away for the last five days made me feel quite anxious. I can only equate it to the feeling of leaving a pet budgie for the long weekend. You fill up his food and water, hang a nice new piece of millet from the top of the cage, and put in fresh newspaper. You feel slightly guilty leaving him by himself for three days, but tell yourself he'll be just fine.
When you arrive home and unlock the door, you immediately hear a frantic scuffle and squawking coming from the direction of the cage. Obviously you've startled him, and as you peer into the cage he regards you with one wide suspicious eye. That's when you notice the horror. In his frustration at your absence, he decided to trash his home. He's crapped in his water and dislodged his food dish which is now upside down at the bottom of the cage. Under the upturned dish is the fresh piece of millet. Everything is covered in a thick layer of bird poop and bright green feathers, because it appears that your bird thought that ripping out his feathers would be an appropriate form of self-mutilation at a time like this.
To my delight, however, I found that my blog was waiting for me virtually unscathed. I have to say it's a much better and less demanding pet. There were two comments to respond to, and although my stats have been hovering around the zero mark for the last couple of days, I guess that's to be expected when there are no new posts. I just hope the few of you out there who do read my blog haven't forgotten about me, because I feel a bit like the old guy in Monty Python and the Holy Grail who's carried out of his home by John Cleese during an outbreak of the plague.
Until next time,