This weekend my mom and I met our friend Leona for lunch, at noon, which quickly turned into going to the mall and staying there for nine hours as they perused the many Czech clothing and shoe stores. Boring! The upside though, was that we talked Leona into buying a pet; specifically, a bird. We didn't have to talk her into it too much, because she had already been considering the posibility of buying one.
When we went to the pet store and started looking at the birds they had, Leona noticed a small cockatiel with sort of a dappled pattern on its wings, and she couldn't stop looking at it. We went to lunch at a fast food thai place so that she could think about if she wanted to get the bird she had seen in the shop, she decided she had to have it.
When we went back to the pet shop and told the person in charge of the birds which one we wanted the "expert" put on a large black leather glove -- let me note that the bird had been hand raised and would probably gone to her readily -- and proceeded to chase both the birds in the cage around in circles with the terrifying glove and a net until they were both panting, and the one we weren't getting had cut its wing on the side of the cage from thrashing, so that there was blood all over the place. Obviously, she just didn't know how to handle a bird that well.
After that fiasco we bought the poor bird and carried it back to Leona's flat. On the way, we picked up some thin branches to set up the little bird's cage. The little bird, whom Leona had named Monkey, had calmed down by then, and was quietly waiting in his box to be let out and into his cage. when he did get into his cage he flew up to the highest branch we had set up for him, sat up completely straight, and watched the entire room for the rest of the time we were there.
Birds are such awesome pets and I think Leona's going to be very happy with the one she's got.