My owner was recently sorting out some stuff in our annex. Nanna lived over there before her passing last September, and regular readers may remember that I used to fly over to see her every morning.
Well, my owner came across some old documents relating to his birth. Nanna had chosen to give birth to him in a private nursing home following a bad hospital experience some years before. And don’t you just know it, my owner didn’t appear very quickly! (Why don’t humans lay eggs like parrots?) It was a long, drawn-out labour with some complications, before he was eventually delivered safely into this world. The consultant overseeing his birth, -a certain Dr. W.R.D. Wiggins – issued a bill for his services amounting to 16 pounds and 16 shillings (which in today’s money is about £16.80). So I guess that no one thought my owner was very valuable when he was born. I mean, you couldn’t buy a budgerigar for that these days!
But then again, it’s only humans that put a monetary value on things and so very often, they get it wrong. Just think about those humans that run up and down on a patch of grass trying to kick a ball between two white posts. They can be sold by their clubs for as much as 100 million pounds.

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