Tuesday, June 26, 2018

A Tale of Two Parrots ... or a rainy day in Yamba

Oh, Fred, I'm soaked to the skin. Look! Soggy feathers .. let's take over this chair till it stops a bit. He won't mind ... He might even feed us ..

Darn it, did you have to squawk 'feed'. Now all the neighbours have heard you.

Oh, she's no problem. I can ... you can scare her off easily enough.

And what about him? I mean it's our balcony, our chair, we got here first .. tell him there's NO VACANCY..

Ooh, Fred. He's getting a bit close, that big Black and White Minstrel ...

There! I knew it! He was after our chair, all the time ...

Well, Fred, don't just sit there. Do something about it ...

Like, how about shift to the next balcony along?

1 comment:

ss said...

They were the best of parrots; they were the worst of parrots.

Pretty Polly! https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pretty_Polly_(play)