toothy devil

chucky: a recess fav. he can teleport. he has laser powers. he runs around yelling “CHUCKY CHUCKY” like a pokemon

jason: lives in the art room storage closet

candyman: too scary to summon but they want me to summon him?? thanks kids

pennywise: “he’s like this guy. he’s like a clown”

slenderman: real

jersey devil: not real

ghosts: can be killed and put in jail. like regular human jail

michael myers: they actually know michael myers. who is supervising these kids. why are they watching halloween. “he stabbed her on her boobies” Who Is Supervising You

Joey icons because he is a icon.

I LOVE birds. Adore them. Obsessed with them. I see a vulture on the side of the road and I squeal because they’re so COOL. I plant honeysuckle outside my window to watch hummingbirds. I spend hours looking at bird photos for this blog. In some circles my name is “Auntie Birdie” and in others “Bird Lady.”

And I am strongly against parrots as pets… even though I own one.

She is a rescue, whose previous owners thought it would be fun and cute. When she was a baby, they adored her. Then she started to grow up, and so did her demands. They couldn’t keep up with having jobs and coming home to a screaming toddler every day, knowing that this was the next 40+ years.

So now I own her, but honestly she owns me. I lament every day that she wasn’t born in the wild with a flock. I am twisted into a pretzel trying to keep her engaged and happy, and it’s a full-time job, and it’s never enough. I love her with every beat of my heart, but I would still rather see her living in the wild where she belongs.

There are some days when she’s using her “oh no I’m lost my flock isn’t here” scream intended to travel through the rainforest… Inside my home… When I’m just a room away… I just think about the average person who wants a parrot, and I wish they knew.

They aren’t pets. They aren’t cute little cuddle things that talk. They aren’t the funny, silly things on YouTube.

They are wild animals that are meant to be flying free and foraging in trees and making nests and screaming as loud as they want as much as they want.

I wholly recognize that there are lots of people like me who dedicate much of their life, time, energy, and money to keeping their parrot happy.

But I also know, for a fact, how many parrots suffer. How many rip out their feathers from anxiety and depression and from being unable to cope with the stress of captivity; instead of a flock and an entire forest or plains or mountain, they now depend on you, in your home.

How many parrots are snatched from the wild to be sold as pets. To be forced to live and breed in small cages so their young can be sold as pets.

How many breeders see them as high value items, a market good. There are good breeders, but there are also breeding mills. There are parrots kept in a garage for the sole purpose of breeding. There are parrots who don’t get to fly, to play, to run around.

So if you really want a parrot, ask yourself this.

Are you ready to have a toddler for the rest of your life? Are you ready to be a parent whose child never grows up, never matures? Are you ready to have a pet that you can’t easily board when you go on vacation?

Are you ready to try to be a substitute for an entire flock, to be a substitute for the wonders of the natural world?

There are so many that are suffering. So many surrendered to rescues. Too many. Way, way too many.

For starters, on average they’re just far easier to care for and handle. Their diet requirements are easy to meet and they do very well indoors (given the appropriate space of course). And even the more skittish pigeons can be tamed down and be friendly with people. Here’s Mancha, one of my more nervous birds, eating right out of a hand and bein’ an all around sweet pea <3

Mancha also has a crippling gambling addiction. Very relatable, Mancha!

They’re also super social when they get to know and trust you. Pigeons actually have facial recognition and get to know humans as individuals. Isn’t that just neat?? Because they’re so social, they do require love and attention from you, their favorite person, but if you can’t seem to give them enough time-- they do great with other pigeons! Here’s my boy Archie watching horror movies with me on the couch. He’s judging me.

Yet he does so silently. You see, pigeons are naturally very quiet birds. The neighbors don’t yell at me and send angry threats about my birds. They just do it because of all the loud horror movies and Oingo Boingo music videos we both watch until about 5am!

Ohh what’s this? Pigeons aren’t as pretty as parrots and other tropical birds, you say? Move aside naysayers, beautiful gal Yuyu comin’ through!

She is just stunning, a beauty queen, showing off her radiant plumage while gettin’ some sun after a nice bath (pigeons like to keep very clean, btw!). That feeling of jealousy right now? Natural. And pigeons come in all sorts of shapes and colors, just look at Hazel and her very tiny boyfriend, Simon, a diamond dove (good for them, good for them).

And heads turn when people get a glimpse at Archie’s FANTAIL, I mean look at the size of that thing (he thinks he’s hot shit)!

If you’re looking for a great bird, please consider the pigeon! They’re some of the easiest beginner birds to keep, and can make for loving companions if treated right. And on top of that, you can get them for so very little money. There are pigeon rescues out there and a lot of birds in need of homes (if that’s not an option for you, pigeon fanciers often sell their birds for super cheap, like around $10).

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