I climbed upon someone’s back and made for him a burdensome problem.

{The Niagara Heads-up.}

Dear you,
 
A treacherous path crossed counts for double in my books and a tail certainly helps things along when crossing those splendid falls. Cave of the Winds aptly named indeed and capable of shaking the steely nerves of the brave. Knees knocking together and head cocked back, I dared not to look down. At home in the treetops but not above waterfalls, I’m struck by the curious workings of my own primate brain. At one particularly hairy crossing, I climbed upon someone’s back and made for him a burdensome problem. Too scared of the dangerous terrain to care was I.
 
With a phrase ringing in my ear and the wind rattling my teeth, I’m looking for the familiar and coming up short.
 
Yours white-knuckled,
X

+ The above collage and its accompanying tale features in the zine Conveyed by the postal system. (Available online here. Or in person at  Milly Sleeping and Sticky (in Melbourne), and the MCA store (in Sydney).

+ Thank-you for your winged commiserations in regards to Agatha the budgie recently crossing over to the great wilderness in the sky. Agatha was a blousy bird who reminded us of a Wodehouse Aunt in bird form. She found love late in life with the arrival of Bertie to the outdoor aviary. For a period, we ran a grand bird hotel and were indeed superfluous where entertainment was concerned. Bertie, despondent without his companion, is now making friends with new addition, bright-eyed Zelda. Things are slowly moving on in the aviary.
+ The beautiful budgerigar by Louise on elsewhere