Parrot Resurrection

On Saturday Dr Bones invited us over to Osney Island for a little al fresco supper.

When it got dark and cold we retired into NB Bones. My eye fell on a platic parrot. Dr Bones had been given it as a present. In theory you recorded a message, which it would then repeat back in…well parrot fashion. It had never worked, and once our trusty boaters realised that its batteries were dead…

…they decided the ‘jump start’ it.

“Live my pretty!”.

Hurrah for engineers, as they got it working!

Knitted Friend

Those of you who know my Ma, will understand why I bought her this little parrot (amongst other things) for her birthday. He looks very much at home here.