Birds often don’t sing at all during their molt, and Beaker died the day after Christmas so I thought the shock to Gonzo would stop him singing. Then the molt a few months later, and I figured he may never recover from Beaker. So his singing again was a pleasant surprise.
As for Camilla, well, if she were another species, she’d be a horse of a different color. As it is, she’s just a strange bird.
Now I really have to go hang up the clothes!
I should go check on the wash, too. I put a load in the dryer when the Other People started getting up, but I need to do a wash load, too.
My mother says her cat is poorly - lying in her bed (on the bathroom shelf) grumbling, instead of following Mom around. Mom thinks the cat is quite old; it was a 3rd-hand cat, so age is uncertain. Mom will go to Bingo tonight, she said. They still have very limited options in their building, but at least people aren’t dying.