Pikochan

A couple of weeks ago we came back from a weekend in Kyoto, to discover one of our 2 beautiful budgies had passed away.
He had such a great personality (something I never thought birds had before coming to Japan and living with them), and is sorely missed.

Pikochan

We would have breakfast together, him sitting on my hand, or my shoulder while I ate. Sometimes he’d jump on the spoon, or run around the table looking for scraps. I especially liked it when he would sit on my hand as I read the newspaper, gradually tearing it and throwing bits on the floor.

It’s a lot quieter around here without him now.


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