Birds in the hand

As of yesterday, somewhat unexpectedly, we are the owners of a pair of budgerigars. They're as yet unnamed, because we haven't managed to be able to distinguish between them.

Life for them seems to consist of standing perfectly still side by side on their perch for hours at a time before descending for a brief foray for some millet, a bit of squawking and a frantic flutter of wings. And then it's back to the perch.

Apparently they love watching TV. I look forward to discussing the latter stages of the World Cup and the finer points of current 'Coronation Street' plots with them.