It took me a long time to peck out this post with my beak.
Last weekend my family left me alone to guard the house and went to visit the Elder One of the flock. She is 95 years old and it was the anniversary of her hatch day. <squeak!>
I am 13 and I feel old already. I am no spring lovebird anymore.
While they were gone, it got dark and stormy. I was really happy when they came home a little early so I wasn't alone. It was another one of those darn hurricanes. Teletypeturtle sat next to me and gave me pets, and it made me feel better. I love my family.