A couple of weeks after the first garden Mum went over the other side of the city to near the airport. There was a farm almost on five acres in suburbia. Vineyard, olive grove, lots and lots of vegetables, beehives, chooks - OK, I will translate for those not in my country - chickens and peacocks and outside domed pizza ovens and home made wine and home pressed olive oil and.. even some special seed for me! I could live there very happily and never go hungry. People could, too, I think.
I am a cockatoo with beak and feather disease. But that isn't going to stop me enjoying myself.
A special mention...
I DO NOT enjoy visiting the doctor, although it serves as an excellent stage for my bloodcurdling screeches. But, they've helped me a lot - and a bird like me needs all the help they can get. So, thank you to everyone at Heathmont Animal Hospital. But I hope I don't see you soon.
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