Yesterday I thought it might be nice to let the budgie out for a little flap around the lounge. Alas, Bob the budgie is not often allowed out in case he gets eaten by cats. So he is rather unfit. Flapping in circles, trying to find somewhere to land, he got ever lower as he ran out of steam. PLOP – he landed right in a half-eaten bowl of cold chicken soup. Poor bob.
He had a bit of a clean and is all well again, this is simply the tale of the day the budgie fell in the soup.