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Hey Jezzie, are you awake? I was just dreaming about our lovebirds. Can you remember when our Mum cleaned out their cage one day and left them in the cage in front of our run? They made a hell of a din, but I thought they were very pretty. All we wanted to do was to sniff them and lick them, but Mum said that they would be frightened if we got too near to them. I can’t think why!
Do you remember when they all escaped, Myschka? I do. Mum had hung a birdbath on the door of their cage as it was such a nice day. Somehow the birdbath fell off, and out they all flew!
Oh yes, I remember. Mum was really upset and was in a big panic trying to catch them. She was lucky, because the baby one flew into our enclosed run, where she could catch it with her bird catching net.