It starts with one…

Collecting birds is kind of like eating chips. One simply isn’t enough. Nor is two… or three… or five.

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Five? Five is enough, unless you want to dedicate your entire life to maintenance and clean-up. Which I don’t. Only most of my day. 😉

Ours started with a budgie. Meet Roosevelt Polk Kennedy: the lead domino in a series of (mostly) fortunate events:

Roosevelt Polk Kennedy
Never name a budgie until they’re a year or so old; otherwise, you’re probably wrong. xD

My then-fiance/now-husband sneezed up a storm when exposed to fur of any kind. He wasn’t a “pet person”, but I was, and our house was just a little too quiet.

And I was getting tired of loving on my electronic “Petz!” dog, especially after I let that pretty much ruin my marriage proposal (sort of). But that’s a story for another day.

One accidental trip by a Bird Store followed by the discovery that he isn’t even mildly allergic to a feathery flock, and I put my foot down: we were getting a bird.

And now we have five. Oh my.

It’s never an instantaneous process, and we have definitely made some mistakes. Big ones–but we’re still learning, and our mistakes will be our guide. This blog will cover a variety of avian subjects, such as “Why is owning a cockatoo really hard?” and “Okay, so you successfully hand-fed a baby bird–that was a bad idea, wasn’t it?”

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