This morning, I was checking my emails when I heard a huge noise in the "room" (it is a weird room in our house, when everyone go through, where there is Ulysse's crate, when we play with Da bird with Louna, where there is a rug, where there is my drawing table I am never at...well...), so I run to the window, and see that poor bird who probably killed himself. I run outside and the poor little creature, a red head woodpecker, was on the floor, but he was just knocked, not dead.
I hold him for 15 min in my hands, for him to get back his spirits. He didn't want to leave my hands! As he was regaining strengh, he was closing his "pawns" more and more on my fingers.
I put him on the floor, he walked a little, and went in the air. He stayed for a while on a tree nearby me and he says thank you, a plus tard!
I was so glad he didn't die!
After that, I picked Louna in the laundry room, ready to escape...and on my way closed the dryer and caught my little finger in the door of it. Seriously, I almost faint, I would never have think the pinky was THAT painful!! I had several piercings done, a cutting in my back. I hurt myself pretty bad on several occasions, but there, the pain was awful. And I am quite resistant to pain.
2 days ago, running with Ulysse, I got caught on a spiky bush and it hurts so bad I thought I got poisoned. Same hand.
Apart from these mesaventures, I am creating like crazy. So pic pic: