There was a bright yellow budgerigar perched on the bathroom window sill yesterday morning. There was no way I could catch it. I noticed the local magpies making a big fuss earlier- and wonder now if it was the budgie they were fussing at. Poor thing. It won't last long- out on its own, exposed to the mercies of an English summer.
We had some imposing weather yesterday afternoon- first thunder and lightning- then a heavy downpour.
I kept waking up last night with David Niven on my mind. He seemed terribly sad.