Tales of the Bird Man: No Meat on my Plate

Not a meat bird. Lucky Roxy!

It’s strange, thinking back to the days when I ate meat, specifically about the act of eating meat and what meat I ate. As an adult I recall the tinned ravioli of my youth and I come over all queasy. To this day, I’m not at all sure what the meat was composed of that … Read moreTales of the Bird Man: No Meat on my Plate

Tales of the Bird Man: Eggs in the Pantry

Eggs in the Pantry

“What’s that godawful smell coming from the pantry?” my mother asked, of no-one in particular as she walked through from the living room to the kitchen. “I don’t know,” my dad called through, from where he was sitting at the table drinking a cup of tea. “I noticed it this morning.” “And you didn’t say … Read moreTales of the Bird Man: Eggs in the Pantry

Tales of the Bird Man: Disco Budgerigar

Roxy the disabled Poland hen

“Mummmmm! Tell him! I’m trying to record this and he’s spoiling it. Again!” My sister Jean was annoyed. She was always annoyed, as far as I was concerned. She was my big sister. It was probably her role in life to be not only annoyed, but annoying. I mean, I was her little brother. It … Read moreTales of the Bird Man: Disco Budgerigar

The dad-shaped hole: living past a death

My dad in hospital

My dad died December 27, 2017. He was 96 years old. A month later, it would have been my parents’ 70th wedding anniversary. He’d been admitted to hospital in late November with a chest infection that was successfully cleared, only to be followed by him catching an antibiotic resistant E. coli. It took up residence … Read moreThe dad-shaped hole: living past a death

Tales of the Bird Man: Aloysius

Aloysius

Roxy was my first-ever disabled chick. They can hatch in a worse state than she did. In fact, you couldn’t tell anything was wrong with her at all, not at first, not for several weeks. But, eventually, I noticed there was this one chick, gender still unknown, that was looking obviously smaller than his or … Read moreTales of the Bird Man: Aloysius

Tales of the Bird Man: An epileptic chick sees sky

Holly the Silkie hen and her Poland chicks

The first thing I remember well is staring up at the sky, although I didn’t know then that it was called sky. It was very blue. There were these big, white, fluffy things moving slowly across it. I later found out these were called clouds. I could hear all my sisters and brothers, making noises … Read moreTales of the Bird Man: An epileptic chick sees sky

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