My Husband is just mowing the grass, and He came to get me. 'Bring your camera' he said.

I only got this snap, because I got too close and he/she scarpered with a sqwark.

Just as well the dog was having a nap indoors when I was called, and we kept her in.

Reminds me of the time we took over a budgie.

It tormented the dog and they had screaming matches at each other.

One day when my husband was cleaning out the budgie it escaped...

My husband was worried the window was open next to the cage... (do men ever think things through before starting a job?)
He had managed to get the window shut, only to turn around and find the dog already had the budgie in it's mouth. Head sticking out one side and the tail out the other...

He said he screamed at the dog, at which she spat the bird out in a kind of blowing sound and the bird shot under the table in one corner of the room, and the dog under the coffee table in the other corner, both screaming.

Anyway my Husband managed to get the bird back in the cage, and the dog was traumatised all day. (I don't think I can remember hearing my Husband shouting on more than two or three occasions, let alone screaming... Football shouting is completely different).

When I got home from work that evening I could tell there was something wrong. The dog was still guilty, and the Husband had that sort of 'I know I am going to get it in the neck', look.

The bird was positively bent in the middle. Still alive, but very shocked. It sat on it's perch for two days without eating or drinking.

Then as I came downstairs on the third day, I kind of looked at it and said, 'Well, you'll either have to be dead by the time I get home, or get a life. You can't just sit there brooding over it, it's happened already'. About twenty minutes later I heard this very plaintive 'tweet'.

Once it was well enough, I demanded my Husband took it to the petshop, with it's cage well cleaned and ask them to rehome it.

Poor bird. However I was not in agreement that we should take responsibility for it, and made the proviso that if we were, it must be my Husband's responsibility to look after it. 

I have to say it was not well cared for, It screamed at first light which was awful.
I was so exhausted from working long hours the last thing I needed was this fractious bird waking me up at the crack of dawn.

Thankfully all's well that ends well, and I hope it found a good home where there were no dogs.

So much for me saying I was going to limit my time on this website!
I need to go visit my Husband's Aunty, she is a wonderful 93 years old and has just had a nasty fall.
She needs some of those nice roses from the garden, and the last two paeonies to cut.
And someone to sit and chat with her.