Tuesday, May 24, 2011
I never pick up hitchhikers...well, unless I know them. Henry is the last of our cockatiels; Mom had two--Alfie and Sam, and I had three--Henry, Simon and Lily. Henry is the last of them and he is 16 years old which in bird terms, must be old.
Henry hitched a ride back to the island so that Mom is free to travel later in the summer. This little bird has travelled more miles than most people and he is a great traveller. He has a nice compact travelling accommodations and sits on his perch looking down the highway on moose patrol. He can say a few words like "hello pepper" (Pepper was our oldest schnauzer) and "come on, come on". He whistles like a professional.
Henry used to be my bird but now, is claimed by Mom who misses him more than us. (just kidding, Mom!.