and they had a few glass cages
filled with little birdies.
Yellow ones, black ones, brown ones.
One black one had some biiiig tail feathers.
It made me think:
Hey, someday I could have my own bird(s).
I would train them to sit on my finger.
On my shoulder (pirate day).
I could give them impressive names like
Alexander the Great
Or maybe even Bobert. (What a cute bird name, right?)
Then I remembered that birds poop in their cages that thenceforth must be cleaned by their owner, a.k.a. "me."
So as far as getting some of my own-
I may need some more convincing.
...I think I'm gonna go tweet about this.