Well, here's a postcard from the edge (RIP, Carrie Fisher). I am one of those people who (according to the Missus) lacks the animals-are-people gene. I'm kind to them, respectful of their qualities, and supportive of conservation, but I would not have a pet if left to my own devices, and my relationship with "our" bird is one of oil-and-water. But here is the delight he gives me...
His horrific singing, insulting imitations, incessant noise-making, free-flighted terrorizing of the house, possessive refusal to allow me to touch MY WIFE (or vice versa) as he perches on her shoulder like a vigilant little rooster, and...... oh, I could go on. But it all falls into the margins......
When I see the absolute delight in her eyes, and hear the little-girl giggle he inspires, and read the stories and adventures at this site, and chat with the amazing friends we have made here, from all over the world......
Well there ya go, whatamigonnado?
For me, that's living with birds. ONE in particular.
His horrific singing, insulting imitations, incessant noise-making, free-flighted terrorizing of the house, possessive refusal to allow me to touch MY WIFE (or vice versa) as he perches on her shoulder like a vigilant little rooster, and...... oh, I could go on. But it all falls into the margins......
When I see the absolute delight in her eyes, and hear the little-girl giggle he inspires, and read the stories and adventures at this site, and chat with the amazing friends we have made here, from all over the world......
Well there ya go, whatamigonnado?
For me, that's living with birds. ONE in particular.
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