George and Zilma live in my garden. Usually they sit side by side, on the fence, underneath the love heart tree.
I’m not sure if they’re in love, or not. But they are always together.
They are ugly birds. Their grey feathers are dull and messy. And they are grotty, like a toddler with a line of green snot running from nose to lip. Except, they are birds. Grotty, snotty birds.
I first discovered the pair, quite by accident. I was playing with Baby C and there they were, out the window, huddled together on the fence. It was the coldest of days. I supposed they were trying to keep warm. But then again, they may have just been in love. Either way, it was pretty cute. Even if they were ugly birds.
The next day, there they were, huddled together again. I grabbed the camera but as soon as I took aim, one of them flew off and landed on the neighbour’s clothes line. It was a shame, but then, probably a blessing. Who wants a photo of ugly birds?
When they were there again the next day, I saw a pattern and I smiled. I have pet birds. I named them George and Zilma after a sweet old couple Mister C and I met, once upon a time. They looked like they would be sweet birds once you got to know them.
Such ugly birds. But that’s okay.
They make me smile.