Abnormally Normal Anne
The Diary of a Surprisingly Un-Demented Mind
The Pigeon Who Broke My Toe
Two weeks ago, a pigeon with a broken wing landed in our yard. Im used to pigeons, they come in a lot. We even have a small cage area for the occasional winged guest. Its much easier to keep an empty cage than go hunting for an empty basket or box every time there’s a crash landing, with one person dragging the dog away, and others picking up multiple cats and locking them till Le Birdie can be caught and rescued.
Unlike most mild mannered feather fluffs, this latest addition to the Mad Hatter family definitely marches to his own drummer. And he marches too, literally. He has to have been King Of Pigeontopia or at least crown prince, what with all his airs and high ways. Its a regular battle of wills to get him out for his exercise, and it’s a twice daily chase around the yard to put him back in his cage. Like I didn’t have enough to do already, I now have Sir Huff-a-Lot to serve.
Chief Mad Hatter is being surprisingly accommodating of this new inmate in our asylum for the reluctantly insane. Just yesterday in a burst of inspiration, Sir Huff went up the shed roof and didn’t know how to get down. It was close to time for the stray cats to come by for their evening noms, and it looked like we’d be serving them an extra snack. Under normal circumstances I’d just clamber up the tree and get him down, but the Mad hatter complicates things, so I didn’t. After a bit of hemming and hawing. he actually grabbed a towel and shooed Sir Huff down, and I caught him and shut him, tripping and breaking half my toenail in the process. Worth it, though. At least now we know his wing still works. He might just be able to fly away from this nuthouse. And double positive, we saw a milder side of our personal slave driver too, woohoo.
The Mad Hatter’s benign streak didn’t last too long, though. A couple of hours later he threw the entire dish of steaming lasagne on me. Apparently it was too ‘cheesy’. Took me three showers to wash the smell of food out of my hair. And the little peach was constantly hammering on the door while I showered. I had to hurry and help her with her homework before the Hatter saw that she hadn’t finished it yet, and started on her.
Oh well, tomorrow’s another day.
Till tomorrow then,
Abnormally Normal Anne.