Since I moved out, I don't get to walk my dog, Bella, much. It's gotten even worse lately as I've been away various weekends, to the extent I haven't even been able to make my weekly Sunday walk with her. Lately, when I do make it round, I've even become a little wary of her, afraid that she will see me as a stranger and bite me on the knee, causing me much pain and sadness at the sorry state of the situation, and my brother much glee.
Anywho, on our walks one of the things I love are the London parakeets. I wrote about them once before but can't find the post. I treasure the brief moments on the common when the houses disappear, and all I can see is Bella bounding in the long grass and these exotic beauties swooping between trees.It appears others may not share my love of these birds
It's clear to me what I must do now. The letter or resignation has been signed and sealed, the wellingtons and waterproofs have been purchased, and I've got a harmonica, a pen knife, and some sticks to whittle on. I'm heading to the common with my faithful hound in tow to protect these birds, rain or shine. I'll rekindle Bella's faith in me (she's reluctant to go into a sit at times, and she pulls more than she used to for me), and I'll prevent me having to write another inane post about a bird dying. Who's with me?
Oh, and thanks to Katy for single handedly keeping the blog alive through comments over the past 2 weeks. Stellar work.