Yesterday morning we jumped into the car and headed for Melbourne zoo, where we spotted gorillas, tigers and those cute-as-a-button, meerkats. We then scooted across the other side of town to meet our beautiful little niece, Esi. It was a happy day.
However, things turned sour as soon as we arrived home. Beau was asleep in the car, so I stayed with him. Little did I know what Ben had just seen.....
He told me to stay where I was. Confused at first. He said “I’ve got to clean up the feathers” my heart sank. I felt sick.
Our Scarlett feathered girl, “Nigella” was in a bad way. She had escaped from the pen. As I leant down to her, tears streaming down my face, I simply said “oh, darling girl, I am so sorry” with that she opened her eye and stood up. It was then that I saw just how badly she had been hurt. She was so sad and our dog, Cody, well I haven’t spoken to him since . I didn’t want to think about the pain that she would have gone through, but I couldn’t help it. No animal should ever have to be tortured like that and I couldn’t help but blame myself. Why didn’t I just lock them up properly. Why. Why. Why? So, now she is at peace and I am keeping a watchful eye over the others. There is a lesson to be learnt in everything, Ben tells me. Yes, there most certainly is. And I am thankful that Beau doesn’t understand. RIP Nigella. Xx
Sometimes I sleep outside without a tent, despite the below freezing temps, because I'm too lazy to set it up.