Well I do love mysteries – on the TV at least.
This afternoon my dear Hubby was outside deciding not to mow the lawn. While he was busily making that decision he had left the front door ajar. I looked around for our newest Galah – who we have named Angel. Well – Angel was no where to be found. I knew from recent experience that when she is out the front grazing she will make a sudden rush for the road. So panic set in, as panic always with a bird owner missing a bird. I searched the house. We lifted up lounge chairs and even beds – no Angel anywhere.
I had a writing job to finish so I sent the Hubby out into the wild jungle – AKA up and down the streets – to search for her.
A little while later – after I finished my first writing job I got ready to go look for her too. I went on a phone search and remembered it was in my dressing gown from this morning. I went to get it out and see what I had left in there this time. There was a little pink and white galah – with her head still tucked under her wing sound asleep! How she got up onto the bed and tucked herself inside the dressing gown we will never know – but she was one comfortable little birdie!