“I think we consider too much the good luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm.” Franklin Delano Roosevelt
When the kids were young, we had two parakeets, a yellow one and a blue one, named Sunny and Cloudy. They were sweet, but they made a big mess for such little birds, seeds and feathers everywhere. Cleaning the birdcage was an irksome chore. We also had a beautiful, white cockatiel, named Alvin who was supposed to be able to learn to talk. He never learned any words, but he soon learned to imitate perfectly the sounds of the children arguing. I’d hear squabbling from the other room, and the squawk “MOM!” and I’d run in, but it was just Alvin glaring at me from his perch. Then he started imitating my little Yorkie, and I dubbed him the hideous barking bird. When Sunny and Cloudy eventually went the way of all good birds, we found Alvin a good home (somewhere else). Now we just have outdoor birds.