Birds are peculiar little things.

I visited a nursing home the other day

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.

.mmm.

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

Sebastian

Alexander the Great

Unitedstatesofamericaniqua.

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.