On Friday evening I ‘lost’ my purse. Freckle, my bird pouch, was gone.
Yesterday I got a phone call from my bank informing me that my purse had been handed in . I could not believe it – I dashed over there to discover that my poor little bird was soaked and battered (pic below). My bank cards were still inside but they are useless because I had already canceled and ordered new ones. There was sans money.
When I first saw ‘Freckle’ I fell in love with him instantly. He had a funny head but I loved the freckles on his face, so I kept him. Now that he has come back to me I feel terrible abandoning him after he loyally returned so I have given him a good wash and scrub and hopefully, even with his slightly freyed chin, he will survive.