I had a text message at 3am this morning from Big Sis in Australia. It reads:
"I have started flying multi-engine aircraft this week. Just landed and hit a bird with one of the propellers. The Australian wildlife must hate me."
Well not all of them. The sharks still seem to like her. And I'm sure the family of the dead kangaroo have learnt to live with their grief. Watching a woman wash the blood of your murdered relative off the front bumper of her car must bring a real sense of closure.
Anyway, Sis might be a big galah, but frankly the ex parrot had it coming. Everyone knows that when Big Sis takes to the skies, it's safer to walk. Personally I think it's another feather in her cap. Albeit one caked with the blood of an innocent victim. She'll be moving up to bigger planes soon, so she can start gunning for the emus.
Blimey, is that the time? I'm due at work in twelve minutes...