I don't really like birds. In truth they freak me out a bit. They look so DAMN pre-historic. They really do. Birds, to me, are shrunken dinosaurs. I try to like them, I really do, but they just don't conjure up the image of a warm, cuddly pet in my mind.
Considering my feelings about birds I think it's odd that today I had two mentions of two different cockatiels today. Isn't that odd? My one friend told me that her parents found a very friendly cockatiel in their garage. Clearly the bird was someone's pet but despite diligent efforts on the part of my friend's parents they can't seem to find the owner which has left them in the awkward position of suddenly having a pet bird for the time being.
Then I get to work and one of the blogs I subscribe to showed up in my inbox and what is mentioned in it? Yup, pet cockatiels! Weird, right?
There was no point to this except for the oddity of having cockatiels creep into my Monday morning uninvited and unexpected. That's never happened to me before.
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