I spend at least an hour in their room each day, reading, while they chew on my book or nestle in my hair. Duncan saw one of them on my head yesterday for the very first time (I don’t let him in that room when they’re out of their cage) and his eyes got enormous. He couldn’t believe it.
My original plan was to just keep one and give two away. But you’d be surprised how hard it is to give away adorable, hand-fed, tame baby lovebirds.
Which reminds me. GC’s niece, Tali, was at a birthday party a few months ago. The kids all got loot bags, each of which contained, in addition to the usual dollar store crap, a live goldfish in a plastic bag of water. The kids were thrilled, but Tali’s mother was not. Instead of picking up her kid from the party and going home, like she planned, she had to pick up her kid and go spend $40 at the pet store, buying it a bowl and food and whatever else it needed.
What kind of person puts live animals in children’s loot bags?? I wouldn’t be surprised if half those poor fish died within the first 24 hours.Anyway. I admit that I briefly considered using the loot bag method to foist my lovebirds off on unsuspecting friends. I even considered giving them to Tali’s parents as a surprise 19th anniversary gift.
But I didn’t, and I have to say I’m very happy they’re still mine, even though Banjo did chew through my necklace yesterday while Oboe ate my book and Piccolo bit the inside of my nose.