WHEN I WAS A KID

When I was a kid, we always had a pet bird in the house.  My mother preferred canaries but we talked her into parakeets a time or two.  She hung the cage on a stand in our dining room.

It seems to me the birds never lived more than a year or two.   If the canary would get out of it's cage, you would just hope that it would find it's way back when it got hungry.  The parakeets were more tame and would sit on your finger and stay by the cage.

It was my job to supply water and feed for the birds.  The uncomfortable jobs were changing the paper at the bottom of the cage and cleaning the dirty wooden perches.

I still love birds - but not in the house.
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