Opening up the wound again I know, but I've decided I want this Tegaki doodle of Pipkin in my gallery.

I only knew him for a day and a bit but god was I lucky.
I'd walk in the room and there would be little Pipkins eyes glinting in the shade of his box followed by his happy little chirps.
He'd cuddle into my hand, tuck his little face away and snuggle down to sleep. He frightened me with his hungry chirp when I myself had dropped off with the little loud mouth cupped in my hands.
Climbing back up my arm when he didn't want to go back into his carry case. Running to hide in the crook of my arm.

It felt so natural, me and him, messing about, him flapping his tiny wings and wiping any food he slopped off of his beak on my hand. Me chasing the little thing over my shoulder when he decided that sitting in my hand was pretty boring after all.


I'll shut up now.


Pipkin.