A true story about a bird I loved, lamb and produce.
I am remembering a dear cockatiel named “Babe” sat on me or beside me on any available perch she could find, most evenings when I wrote or cooked. She had a habit of trying to remove my glasses and earrings when she landed on my shoulder, much like another dear bird, Minky, a lorikeet in the photo. Before I had my two children, birds were part of my family, and Babe was the baby of the family. Continue reading