February 20, 2012 11:16 PM PST
I've always loved the birds. But I can't stand the noise or the mess. I had two parrots, Cheech & Chong. Shows ya what I was into at the time, and they kept us in stitches. For a while. When the smoke cleared, as well as the mind, there I was with two birds. And they never STFU...lol. What was hilarious before, now became the bane of my existence. Which was shocking to me, as I am an avid animal lover. And I was "attached" to them. I used to open the cage door, and let them have run of the sun room on nice days. Which was fine, until one day, I got an emergency call about a family member, and without thinkin'...I ran out the door, leaving it open.
I was at the hospital for almost two days, and by the time I got home, and suddenly remembered that the birds
were "free", it was too late. Not only was the porch wet and full of leaves, but Cheech & Chong had "flown the coop". I called to them for days and days. But there had been a hard, cold rain, that first nite at the hospital,
and I don't know that they could've survived it.
After that, I swore I'd never again own another bird. But, every time I visit a pet store, the bird cages are always
my first stop. Huh. Maybe I could own one again...
Ride Free
Tweek