I got home from work to find that my new blue budgie, Remy, had fallen off the high perch and died in the fall. Hardly more than a baby, and such a sweet little guy. I never even had time to take his photo.
Yeah, not fair. How is it that Veronica sums up Pope's Essay on Man: "Life's a bitch, and then you die"? Or, if you're Veronica, you put your head back down on your desk and go back to sleep in class. *g*
Yeah. It all reminds me that all literature is about life and death and taxes and falling asleep in class and tough stuff like that. Little birds fall dead and that's just something we have to live with. For the Doctor, it's sort of like that with humans. But he cares anyway.
Logan was singing a little more last night. He cheered up when everyone came over for Torchwood - there isn't much a budgie likes as much as company! - and then did his best to drown out the television all on his own - an easier job with three budgies than one, but he was doing well enough that I had to take him into the bedroom so we could make any sense of the show.
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Date: 2006-12-12 11:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-12 11:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-13 11:44 am (UTC)A thought: check out which breeder supplied him to the shop. It may be that they've been breeding from less robust birds.
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Date: 2006-12-13 01:35 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-12-13 02:00 pm (UTC)And of course, as a bird of excellent taste, he is a Torchwood fan!
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