It’s been a strange week. And not in a good way. First I had those falls. Then my budgie died. Nine years I had him. I hardly know what’s what anymore. I’m keeping the cage, though – for a while, anyway.
I can’t believe how quiet it is. He was so musical. He could sing anything. Jazz, carols. Such a happy, bright sound. Like he was possessed. And he could talk, too. What’s the matter? I love you mummy. And then he’d hop on my shoulder and cuddle up for the night.