I’d like to point out that a bird is also born for adversity. I’m down for the count with that nasty crud that’s going around. Having tried to fight it off, I finally gave up last night and retreated to the couch. But I had reinforcements!
Scooter, who’s going to be nine years old soon, is a faithful watchdog –er, watchbird. If I’m sick, he cuddles up under my chin while I sleep, fluffs up, and acts as lookout. Sometimes he’ll stand post on my shoulder or head, fluffed up and ready. He’ll take occasional latrine or chow breaks back at his cage, but then he flies back to couch duty.
Birds aren’t for everyone; they require ENORMOUS amounts of attention. If you do, however, consider a bird purchase, consider them as a little child. They need attention, conversation, and diligence. For instance, I’ve always let Scooter fly and have never clipped his flight feathers. The price for that, of course, is that I must be extremely meticulous about household hazards, open doors or windows, that kind of thing. And he’s never left out alone or while there’s a hot stove or other hazard in the house. But it’s a price I gladly pay for his company and the joy he brings our family. That’s especially true on a day like this.
On that note, I’ve got a fever and my soup is done. Back to the couch for both of us. Thanks to my wife for the picture.