Oh, my dear Mitchie, you don’t know much about us birds do you? It’s a nest, dearie, a nest! And it’s the finest pink plush nest any bird would envy, don’t you think? It doubles as a carrying bag for me and my travel journal. My very first caretaker, Lori, got it for me. I do miss Lori…she took such good care of me.
Not that Liz was mean to me, we’ve had some grand adventures, but Liz is, well, let’s just say that sometimes she’s a bit careless I think,… just my opinion. Like there’s the time she forgot me sitting out on a piling at Keaton Beach after dark. I thought I was a goner for sure. Then, and I notice she never told you this, there was the time my wing came off and she couldn’t find it. I knew right where it was of course, but Liz was convinced it was lost forever. When she finally found it, she glued it back in place and I’m as beautiful as ever, so I’ve forgiven her.
Now I’ll tell you, things are all aflutter here, with just one more day of preparation for my biggest adventure ever! Everyone is very excited (except Bandit…that cat won’t get excited until Liz puts him in the rv…then watch out!).
Housebroken? How could you even ask such a thing, hmmmph!
I will tell you that my feathers are made of the finest pink enameled metal that China manufactures. And because of that, I don’t eat, but I can call YOU to dinner with my bell!
You'll be hearing from me soon!