Time for afternoon tea, and Little Butch has just arrived for a bite to eat. He is not too fussy about his food, and quite enjoys slivers of cheerio frankfurt.
Sometimes he just comes to sit on the window and be near us as he watches us move about the house. He has also been known to be a bit naughty, and hopped into the house, whereupon he then gets confused as to how exactly he got himself inside and flys around, through the lounge room, looking for the exit sign. We then have to open the front door for him to leave, and as he does so, he sings a loud song...as though he is telling his mate outside that he is ok.