It is a sad time in the new old house. My beloved feathered baby Puki died suddenly yesterday. My husband raced him to the vet but he was already gone. We don't know what was wrong and couldn't bring ourselves to allow an autopsy. It doesn't matter how. What matters is that he is gone. I can't believe how much I came to love that funny little bird in the 18 months we had him. I have no recent photos of him but at least I have my painting in my office. Perhaps I'll finish it now. Love you Puki.