Mischief, with Tweety-bird to his left, having a break from the aviary: I think we were expecting a thunder storm, hence the decision to bring them inside. Anyway, as it turned out, it didn't come to anything in the end.
However, the sky was looking rather ominous again last night, once again thunder expected, but apart from a good downpour that was it.
Storms come and go, as do pets, and it is always sad to let our pets go. Mischief was eleven or thereabouts and unable to fly due to his malformed wings. He'd had a bad start, but lived longer than expected and was a real little character.