Forty Three days and counting.......
Wed will be a magic number if my memory serves me correctly. There is something magical about the number 43. I can't for the life of me remember what it is, but something special about it. We've had absolutely no calls or inquiries about Chibi other than one false alarm which brought Shelly into our flock, but each and every time I turn into the subdivision off of Belair road I look in each of the trees where Chibi had at some point perched, just hoping to once again find him sitting there, waiting for me to coax him down. I know it's about as likely as me getting struck by lightning, but I guess it never hurts to keep the faith that he is still lose and enjoying his new found freedom. Ya know, humans have one attribute that most of the animal kingdom don't have, and that is one of hope. Sometimes I wonder if we'd not be better off without that particular aspect of our lives, but I think in some cases, that is what keeps people going on when obviously, there is no chance in hell the desired outcome will ever occur. Perhaps that is why we are at the top of the chain instead of somewhere mixed between apes and other mammals. For the most part, we've more or less let Chibi go, but what an event it would be if he were to show up sometime without warning. I can't remember what life has been without him and his antics, and I know, or at least I want to feel that he misses us as much as we miss him. Maybe Shelly is Chibi's replacement, albeit a far less lovable birdie when it comes to cuddling. Guess my rambling has satisfied my desires to cuddle him for now. Thank you for letting me state some feelings.. and may Chibi eventually return, and / or enjoy his new life, wherever he happens to be, hopefully happy, fed, and loved.
Sam












