My Poor Cookie

I write to you, my feathered friend, with great worry in my head.

Last night my beautiful Cookie was vomitting seed on the play gym. Some even landed on my but that's ok because it was from my Cookie. Afterwards i sat with Cookie for the rest of the night and told her she would be ok. I tried to make her happy by singing to her but she was too tired to be impressed (otherwise i know she would've been...she would!) and so i just sat with her.

At bed time my awful mummy tried to take Cookie away from me, she said something about not wanting to spread germs, but i just cried until mummy brought Cookie back to me. Today she seems to be a bit better, but i have to be really careful to make sure mummy doesn't try to take her away again. My beak has been sharpened specially in case i need it.

With worry and a slash of my razor sharp beak,

Bailee-kins