The remarkable story of a cockatiel travelling 20,000 km as cargo
The house is empty, our life packed into a shipping container by a removal squad quick as a flash. We had booked a local motel, three of us and Rocky, in the hope of a comfortable night before the long drive north to the airport. But with Rocky worryingly ill over the weekend, I’m staying here with him in familiar surroundings while my husband and daughter crash out in the motel.
I put the oil heater on in the bedroom and sleep on an air bed covered with old linen I will throw away tomorrow. This last night is special. I know it might be the last peaceful moments I have with Rocky before the long flight to England and the possibility he won’t survive. Continue reading