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well that little fella wakes up at 6am and starts the cucurigu thing that you even the far away neighbors can hear it :) So my dilemma is over. I don't want a noisy pet anyway :)) Tomorrow should be his last day :)

well, that little fella is in the hands of Jesus now! Not that Jesus from the Sky. Another Jesus, the Flamenco Gypsy with tight pants from our village rescued him. He is still alive and happy, having his own harem. You can read the rest of journey of that poor Paco between some nocturnal thoughts here https://steemit.com/philosophy/@purplemoon/inner-peace-within-body-and-mind-meditation-plant-medicine-human-design-mind-as-a-best-friend-moral-questions-two-chicks-being :)