When I got home from The Hour live I found I had other things I had to take care of before I wrote the blog. One open food dish on the bird cage = one loose bird. I could hear him cheep once in a while , but I could not find the little bugger. I mean budgie. I wrote a short blog that kept most of the details secret and did not do justice to the evening. Then I spotted the bird. He was sitting on top of the lamp above my head. 3 am I am chasing one little blue @$%@%$ across the room. I ask myself why do I have birds? ... Then I ask myself where can I borrow a cat? I went to bed at 4 am. That bird is still sitting on the curtains, laughing at me. The title of this post is misleading because I don't seem to know how. I am going back to bed.
be free (to Gordon be free for now I will catch you later)
My dad is the best Dad in the world. While I was resting, he went out and bought me two large fish nets. No not a pair of fishnets! The nets did the trick and Gordon is now back in his cage as of 11:30 am.