Mutated Conure – that is the tribe of my new friend. He thinks he is a dog but he is in fact a bird. In the photograph he looks a bit bedraggled but he has just had his morning bath. His name is Bertie, he is just three months old and he lives with Noah and Sarah. I wasn’t allowed to play with him very much in case I forgot my manners and ate him.
I got put onto the back seat for the drive to our boat (my long kennel) this took two hours.
Everything was fine on Albert so my bearded one said. My long haired one did a lot of cleaning. She was dry and warm and fired up first time, said my bearded on, and I’m sure he was talking about our boat.
We had a need to go provisioning, this involved me sleeping on the back seat of the car again while they went into Morrisons and when they came out there was scarcely enough room for me but I managed to squeeze in amongst the bottles in the back. Unloading and stowing was fun, I watched.
It was quite an exhausting day this is a picture of me on the dock with Albert at our Marina.
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