My owner and his wife have a son who, on reaching the age of 18, decided to fledge and leave the nest. In fact, he migrated off to a place called Thailand. He’s been having what humans call “a gap year” before going to university, so he’s spent six months over there, volunteering for an organisation that looks after the environment and helps teach English in local schools.
Having completed his six months, he recently had to make the journey home, which involved him climbing aboard three different flying machines. And, yes, he had to return home by the cheapest way possible, so this meant that he had a 12 hour stopover at Kuala Lumpur airport in Malaysia. And it wasn’t a very exciting experience, because he had no money to buy food, or to go out and explore the city. So as his 12 hours included an entire night, he simply pulled several chairs together and tried to fall sleep.
The hours passed by very slowly, and he inevitably felt very hungry. He didn’t actually talk to any other humans during this time, but someone had quietly noticed him. And when the airport sprang back into life the following morning, a lady with an Eastern European accent came up to him, and presented him with an unexpected breakfast. Yes, she’d bought him a sandwich, a muffin, some coffee and a glass of orange juice.
