Uhhh, yeah, hi, it's me again...
Bomber died in the night. I went trotting off down the garden with a syringe in one hand and a pot of apple baby food in the other but she'd already gone.
Poor old Bomber. I guess she must have known she was going because she just wouldn't eat by herself. I shall miss her, she was a good pidgey.
Bomber's life in pictures. -
Here she is as a chick with her mum, Ted, and her sister, Pilot. -
With Pilot again. They hatched in a cat box!
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Her very first flight. -
Bomber and Pilot looking very pleased with themselves after their maiden voyage. -
With Airbus, her favourite guy! -
In the rabbit food bucket! The cheeky little bugger! -
And my favourite picture ever! -