Moving day is arriving at alarming speed, I only half packed, but hey I'm happy anyway
The birds will stay at a fellow bird owner's for one night and half of Saturday, they will be cared for (I trust this gentleman completely), but still I KNOW that I will miss them!
Paul has already started taking the mick about the night bag I am putting together: "don't forget their pijamas. Or maybe Bubu would like a onesie more? Teddy bears?“ and so on...
Well, they will need at least their favourite toys!
Paul is a huge living contradiction when it comes to the birds. Sometimes he hates them, especially poor Mr Darcy because he dive bombs him. But then, when he comes back from work, knackered, and all he wants to do is having his tea and watch his telly quiz... he finds himself covered in birds, one sharing his food, others just happily perching on him, one trying to epilate him, and he's happy with it.
When I look at them in those moments I am the happiest person alive
The other night one of the tiels dropped a poo on his head, he didn't even stop watching telly, just said: Pig. I don't think I could ever find a man as relaxed as he is regarding the tiels. Bless!
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