Many Thanks

Thank you, everyone, for your kind thoughts and good wishes, both on the blog and by email.

Life is so quiet without my little angel. She was at the heart of evey bit of mischief, every fight between the boy parrots.

It will seem strange not having to change into something tatty when I get home, as she was prone to chewing holes in whatever I was wearing as she sat on my shoulder. I could not bring food into the room when she was out of her cage without her landing on my hand for a snack. She would even bite through wrappers in her impatience - usually when chocolate was inside them, a substance poisonous to parrots that I would then have to prise out of her beak.

Last night, a jay landed on the garden arch directly above her grave, and for a silly moment I thought it was collecting her soul. It's been years since I saw a jay in this area.