Hello, Good morning, Good evening, I Love You and Shut-up!

Did you miss me? BWARK! I’ve been gone for four days and three nights!! There is no explanation for my absence due to drunken days in the wilderness of Sydney. After a completely lost Friday, there is however a bizarre hallucination of daze…

Tip of Sydney Gumtree heavily in flower.

Lifting a heavy eyelid to a new day, a non vulgar Lady bounced after bunnies across the slit of my eye. Cricking her neck skywards every time a Lorikeet squeaked, there was no doubt she was glancing for a King due to the creasing disappointment marring her forehead when seeing the bland green collars on the Rainbows. Within poohing distance a boorish Rainbow too busy stuffing his face with camellia, overlooked mentioning I was snuggled behind a royal bunninness soon to be ignored by the ‘non vulgar’ Lady!

Bird as large as a dog,"Jack, you're looking a bit weedy."

Having lost what was equal to nuzzling Anonybird’s neck and sighting a bird as large as a dog, it was time to move upwards. Faraway, atop of a profoundly laden blossomed gumtree I once again fell into a inebriated stupor not recalling much apart from spying what the Anonies swore did not exist – a Spoonbill! Anonybird would be envious BWARK! Sometime later after losing another night, heavily burdened by full belly, there was no option than to travel low. Only minutes from landing, I happened upon a window and observed a couple of humans crossing all their crossable bits! NO, my name isn’t Tom and I’ve been blemished for life!! BWARK!

King Parrot of the Mountains pointing towards Castle. Note these 'Kings' have no collar or crown!

The fright literally discharged anything holding me down. Being an expert, I aimed the projectile expulsion at the ‘humans’ letterbox. With a new sleek constitution, I took magnificent wing to the Mountains for an overnight stay! Talented with linguistics, whistling fluently RainbowLorikeetscreech, Magpiewhinge and NoisynoisyMiner, I’m still in progress of imitating the Butcher! Being a student of life, this drew me to the vicinity of a bird feeder. There, I witnessed a Butcher landing upon Doves plucking their feathers out! After what could be construed as a ‘polite’ conversation with The Thrasher, I gained knowledge he was merely protecting the seed for The King! That’s me! BWARK!! Accustomed to fresh fruit, I turned my royal beak skywards. This proved my status and I was rewarded by the resident Lorikeets and King Parrots (uhumm). They pointed their wings in the direction of my Castle!

Behold there was an angel! The bird looked small because far away...

Homeward to the Castle and the Anonies, abandoning the depressed awareness of having gone astray! Being a Lorikeet, it’s mandatory to rest in foliage during the middle of the day but after respite I was repeatedly enticed by the saccharine buds currently bending tips of Sydney Gumtrees. Yet again, there was no recollection of what happened next, but it’s well known visiting thirty to forty flowers per minute within a two and a half hour time frame has a mesmerizing effect! Behold there was an angel! The little bird told me a Tree of Life Squadron was taking to the skies with a mission to search and return a King over the Queensland border. OH NO! I had ruffled myself into a flap about not letting the Anonies know I hadn't flown away to bask in the Sunshine State of Australia! I just went Walkabout because LOST!

WHAT DID THE DREAM ALL MEAN!?!

Anonybird will continue with her side of the story for Twits tomorrow evening or perhaps Thursday. We’re having a PARTY; there’s even NECTAR! BWARK!