This is Scruffle, her and her sister are shut up most of the time now, as
their pet status wore a bit thin in the end. They became so tame they would
dash inside if the door was open and perch on the back of the couch, and on
hot days would push and shove to sit on the step by the open door to catch
the cool air coming out from the air-conditioning. They loved visitors to
their house and would sit up on the stools on the patio beside you. I
always took them a lamington, as that seemed to be their favourite treat.
They ended up becoming a bit too familiar, and would get on the table and
stick their beaks in your cuppa. The final straw was when one of them
jumped onto the outdoor table and landed two feet in my bowl of soup. They
tended to accompany everything they did with many deposits of chicken poo,
so eventually had to be contained away from the outdoor living area. Betty