Today, Bec and I were called to a meeting, except we went to the wrong room. Lucky we did, because in the wrong room, there was a cheeky cockatoo peeking in- 7 floors up from the busy, city streets, cleverly clinging onto the window sill with only his claws and his beak. He happily turned his head this way and that, eyed us with a joyful grin and then flew away in a flurry of feathers. Bec and I were absolutely delighted.
