No. 1 Son is less than impressed with the local bird life these days. We were sitting in the garden enjoying a nice, cool lager when a piece of bird poo was delivered from above - straight into his glass!
Irene is now back to normal, despite a bit of a mishap with her last day's medication. She had finally cottoned on that the butter we were kindly giving her was not just butter. It hid half a tablet! So just to show us how smart she is, she ate the butter from our greasy fingers and threw the tablet on the floor. Quick as a flash, Rebecca darted in and ate it.
We thought that was accidental and offered Irene the second half of her tablet smothered in butter. Blow me, she did the same thing again! This time Punk dived in and ate the discarded tablet. It seems none of them suffered any ill effects from not eating or eating the antibiotics, thank goodness.
Then Pom-Pom decided she had better walk like a model, just in case any paparazzi were filming her from the other side of the valley. She took half a dozen steps, carefully putting one foot directly in front of the other. Somehow that didn't feel quite right. So she took a step, lifted her leg right up close to her body for a moment, then stretched it forward to take another step. Then we had the same performance with the other leg. This went on for a few minutes while she gave the imagined photographers time to get good shots of her from various angles. After that, it was back to normal and blow the paparazzi.
|Watch out Julia Nobis, Pom-Pom can walk the walk too|
Punk has no time for posers, so she rushed over to have a go at Pom-Pom. Luckily No. 1 Son spotted what was going on and put his open hand in front of her to halt progress. She was incensed! If she couldn't have a go at Pom-Pom, then she'd jolly-well have a go at him! She flew at him feet first, then bit his hand so hard it bruised! No wonder I've used three exclamation marks in succession! (Make that four). Then she stomped off, muttering to herself.
It's just as well the paparazzi weren't around a couple of days later. We had given everyone some cooked broad beans; Pom-Pom managed to wander round, blissfully unaware that she had a bit of bean stuck to the end of her beak. She did look silly.
To make matters worse her far end looks daft too, as she's moulted all her tail feathers. At least she's not on her own there, as Fizz has discarded all his lovely tail feathers too. At least where the Polands are concerned, they truly are "all in it together".