I never quite understood keeping birds as pets. Sure they're pretty and nice to have around, but there seems to be such an edge of sadism and envy to it. You take an animal that can fly, the one thing all human beings dream of, and you stick it in a cage. So it's rather nice that a small company of lorikeets have taken up visiting our balcony.
They originally popped by to check out Donna's flowers, but the bowl of sunflower seeds we keep around for such occasions helps remind them to pop back every couple of days.
It would be nice if we could convince the cockatoos to visit more often, but the screeching would get old pretty quickly.
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