The Parrot - part two.
The neighbour and I went down the road to the parrots residence, and the big alert to catch the thing was because his owners were going on holiday and had to catch a plane.
Luckily their neighbours were used to looking after him and took him off us.
The owners phoned their neighbours from the airport and heard the good news that the killer parrot was safely caged again.
They used to let him out and he'd fly around for a while and come back, but just when they needed him back he went AWOL. Who said they were dumb ?
At work we spend a lot of time looking after wildlife. I am based at a sewage treatment plant, which for obvious reasons is in a remote place.
It's in a fabulous part of the Severn River valley, in the trees and very quiet. And my workshop looks out onto the green side and not the works, luckily.
We have pheasents and ducks that feed out of our hands. Partridge, woodpeckers, red kite, buzzards, swans and all manner of other birds come for the feed we put out.
One of the cock pheasents is so tame now he comes into the workshop and sits on the drilling machine waiting for food.
There's foxes, minx, badgers, rabbits by the hundreds and of course - rats.
I just love the country, and my job takes me all over some of the best scenery the UK has to offer.
Sometimes it's so nice there I think I should pay them for the privelidge of being there, but I soon get over that.