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cuttlefish


March 5th, 2012
by Michele Elliot

The clear skies drew me out and on to the beach early this morning, I walked across to Little Austinmer. I don’t know whether it is a seasonal thing or just the pounding seas that have brought so many cuttlefish up on to the sand, mostly small ones.

I used to collect cuttlefish as a child for our family pet budgerigar. Wally was green, male, had learned to talk and would mimic my mother’s Anglo-Indian accent. In the evenings, when I had finished my homework, I would let him out of his cage for an hour or so. Once, my mother cut off part of his claw when she was chopping vegies for dinner. The bird had to be rushed to the vet, and came home with an enormous white bandage around his foot. He made a full recovery.

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