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Friday 3 May 2019

//~\\Holiday writing//~\\

I heard squawking and screeching coming from inside the Avery.


I saw many of the tiny budgies dive down to my hand, some some of them hesitated to come to me. But most were fine with it.


I felt pleased that the birds were finally learning to get use to me.


I wondered if they would kindly come to me, even without the food I gave them.