Posted Jul 12, 2013
Well, when I was ten my dad decided that it was about time I learned how to be a responsible individual. He figured it would be a good experience and lesson for me to get a pet. A dog, no. A cat, maybe not. A bird! Yes, that would be the perfect pet for me. He set to making the cage. We had a large backyard space so he found the perfect spot (not too much sun and out of the rain) and built something that vaguely resemble a mansion on sticks. We got the bird, which I never named. Maybe that was my first mistake, I never bonded. So I did well in the first few weeks. I cleaned the cage, got it water, bird feed stuff like that. It never tried to harm me and it didn't make a lot of noise. I got lazy and neglectful however and one day I went to clean the cage and it flew away. Although I never really spent much time with it I was really sad. This was a great pet to have. Low maintenance, easy to provide for and virtually no money necessary.