It all started earlier this morning when I noticed that Cromwell, LJG and Jack showed no inclination at all to go outside to their enclosures, even though it is a gorgeous day. Instead they were having heaps of fun darting about the house, spending some quality time in the kitchen, and generally enjoying life immensely.
It was only just now I discovered why.
Jack Cade had caught a silver-eyed native finch and stored it in the pots and pan cupboard (where he stores all his treasures). Every now and then he'd haul it out to show off to the other two (but woudn't allow them near it).
Then finally Mother discovered what he was doing and divested him of finch and, horror of horrors, took it outside and let it go. Jack was furious with me. Many hisses and dark looks. I'm afraid I had only two words of caution to him: BIRD FLU (which he tossed his head at).
Oh look, there's the taxi to the airport now. Jack should be home by afternoon, Heather.
I, on the other hand, suppose I'd better clean out the pots and pan cupboard. Not the way I'd planned on spending my Saturday.

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