Rain, fever, parakeets


The day begins . . . a spot of hope for bird lovers



Okay. Here's the start of a new blog . . .and, I promise I'll be disciplined about this one. Heavy rains this morning . . . the gutter dropping a fountain of water . .and me at 6 in the morning in my rain anorak clearing the overworked drains of leaves, twigs, undefined detirus . . . .Meanwhile, the Kid has been enduring a high fever for a couple of days . . .wakes up and comes skipping down the stairs with his hot skin and the full fever flush across his cheeks . . . claiming he feels fine as I pour a capful of ibuprofen down his gullet . . . In the kitchen, over the sound of the pounding rain, I hear strange noises and commotion . . .two of the black cats, the second generation of spawn from the stray we rescued during the winter, have somehow found a live parakeet and are batting it around the kitchen . . . I rescue the parakeet who becomes extremely docile once in my grip . . .take it out in the pouring rain, worried that its broken wing is a death sentence, set it down on the back wall . .and it flutters off through the rain with a parakeet victory cry . . .back inside where the Kid announces he's hungry and back to normal . . . his body temperature is down to 99 degrees . . .the rain subsides, the drains clear . . the day begins

Posted: Tue - August 5, 2003 at 10:22 AM      

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