The bird known as Albert, aka osama bin avian, consistently threatens to bust out of his cage. He gnaws at the bars, tries to pick up the sliding doors that hold his food trays, etc.
Tonight when I got home from work, I went in the dining room, flipped on the light and said hello to Albert.
Except he wasn't there.
I looked again, this time cautiously looking at the bottom of the cage for a little birdie body.
Looked around again, then rang Mr H (figuring that perhaps Albert had met an untimely end sometime after I left for work), but no, Mr H assured me Albert was fine when he left for work.
So I turned on the bird sitting dvd (don't ask) and waited for Albert to start talking to the birds on tv, which he did, after I found Albert hiding in some towels draped over the chair.
jaysus - the perfect end to a perfect day.