I am starting to feel better which might be something to do with the stuff that Mum and Dad force down my throat every evening. They wrap me in a towel and then squirt some stuff into my mouth. They tell me it's good for me, but it is a bit embarrassing to be stood there in an orange and red towel between Dad's legs. Still, I suppose it does mean that I can peck the others again now, because I can waddle after them. None of us are doing much today because it is raining and we are staying under cover. The bbq is a really good place to go; you can get all four of us underneath it, and it's right next to the kitchen door so we are ready for treats when they are forthcoming.
Baked x
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