The evening was very cool and the colours much brighter. I was very pleased to be able to bring Bujang downstairs two days in a row as the corridor although nice was not very challenging or him.
I saw a nice pigeon feather which I decided to leave well alone. I remembered once Cousin R brought the amigos a large feather and they played with it, only for me to find the hard part in Bujang's vomit! I knew it was Bujang as it had some grass in it. He had eaten the feather! It was a lucky thing that he had then vomitted the whole thing out.
Bujang sniffed at me for good measure. I'm sure the vet clinic smells were vastly different from grass!