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.


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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