Cockatoo Two
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sun 20 Dec 2015 23:59
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Cockatoo Two
 Sunday the 20th of December. One week
post-op, home four days. Well what could I say as I sat up this morning and the
skipper offered me boiled eggs. Out of bed in a flash, washed, settled at the
table and presented with these beauties, accompanied
by a thin slice of Marmite on toast. It really doesn’t get much better than
perfection. Sadly, no egg events but I can’t say I mind. Another irritation was
getting back from four one down to level then ahead in the last game until
coming off ‘you-know-who had the chance to get me on the bar and it was all
over. Cheese and tomato sandwich for lunch and an afternoon snooze followed by
watching some of our Australian wildlife films. I managed to warm sweet and sour
chicken on the cooker and microwave two bags of Uncle Ben auto rice. The first
time I have ‘cooked’ for Bear in what feels like a long time. For the first time
we ate together in the cockpit and as it was a nice, breezy evening we stayed
out to play Mexican Train dominoes – I won easily. Don’t
upset me. Well, you shouldn’t have been so awful over the
backgammon, taking it on a double six.......... Dusk happened half way through
the game and we stopped as our new friends began swooping in, their shouts so
much louder outside.
   First to
arrive landed next door but soon toppled upside-down.
   ‘Ang on a minute, the bloods rushing
to me head. Ooo.
   “I’ll try the next bit over, but it’s
really skiddy”.
   “Use the wings” we hear a helpful
suggestion. “OK.”
  Beez
Neez got her own
visitor............
 .........who was incredibly cross at being spoken to. Just look at jaunty angle of our fixed windex indicator. It’s
bent.
  “Quiet down there, it’s very
difficult to balance on your silly little arrow.” Well, please go somewhere else
then......... “No”, and with that a haughty pose followed by a forward lean and
poop. ‘Splat’, we heard on deck.
   Meanwhile, next doors mate flew in
and landed on the moving arrow. The original slashed
at something white from the top of the mast, checked
it out by clasping it in one foot – not edible so we
watched as it fluttered south.
 We were in fits watching the one on
the left slowly spin around. The one on the right
sought something new to chew. Clearly, buying a set
of bird prongs is simply a waste of money........
 Back to the
windex.
  The one on the left still turning but original getting
tired now.
 “Time for bed” said one on left. “OK”
and off they went shouting.
ALL IN ALL A GOOD DAY WITH MY
FIRST PROPER NIGHTS SLEEP
VERY FUNNY BUT THEY ARE DESTRUCTIVE LITTLE
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