I awoke this morning to find the cage of my two parakeets, Paraclete and Holy Ghost, empty. Its door was open, and a tiny note with a scrawled message was left behind. The note, "written" by the two, said that they went south for the winter, and that they would see me in the spring. The nerve of those two birdbrains after all I've done for them! They'd better not return with the bird flu. Well, more seed for me to mix with my cereal.