What kind of bolt is this?

jm":2dtijo9g said:
dyna-ti":2dtijo9g said:
Rampage":2dtijo9g said:
They've got those Hoover things that fit into the sideboard and you sweep the dirt into them!

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Better if there was a little dust bird in there like the picture. I've always wanted a budgie. My Dad kept them but I wasn't allowed to touch them. We had dozens. When he left I tore down the cage at the bottom of the garden and blocked up the hole into the shed. They had seed to eat not dust though. Can't remember what happened to the birds. Maybe I've blocked that bit out.
 
The History Man":la8n5ofb said:
Better if there was a little dust bird in there like the picture. I've always wanted a budgie. My Dad kept them but I wasn't allowed to touch them. We had dozens. When he left I tore down the cage at the bottom of the garden and blocked up the hole into the shed. They had seed to eat not dust though. Can't remember what happened to the birds. Maybe I've blocked that bit out.


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The History Man":va118efe said:
Better if there was a little dust bird in there like the picture. I've always wanted a budgie. My Dad kept them but I wasn't allowed to touch them. We had dozens. When he left I tore down the cage at the bottom of the garden and blocked up the hole into the shed. They had seed to eat not dust though. Can't remember what happened to the birds. Maybe I've blocked that bit out.

Are you sane? ;)
 
We also had parakeets, lovebirds and finches. They parakeets would nip the ears of the rabbits in the bottom of the cage. The blood would stand out against their white fur, matching their red albino eyes. The chickens would make such a noise as the rabbits were terrorised.
 
The History Man":1v6p4mkg said:
We also had parakeets, lovebirds and finches. They parakeets would nip the ears of the rabbits in the bottom of the cage. The blood would stand out against their white fur, matching their red albino eyes. The chickens would make such a noise as the rabbits were terrorised.


Have they stopped screaming yet clarice............
 
I remember watching my father, with huge shovel-like hands, holding the delicate birds with such care. The kind of care that was never shown to his children. Sometimes I would sit amongst the sacks of seed, breathing in the hot dusty air of the shed, hoping that it was the last place anybody would look.
 
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