This is a nice topic to throw in the mix of animosity and discord.
I am proud to say that I am now the owner of 2 blue parakeets, one is actually blue with a white mantle and quite interesting and beautiful to look at. The chirp in the morning and once in a while late at night when I am awake with an on TV. Its a lot of fun to be a pet owner. I can only with such an experience on every human being. We had 3 dogs in my lifetime and I must say I am a dog lover of sorts. I hope to perhaps get another, albeit a small one this time. I must say that when dogs are messy, mess up the house and require veteranarian, housing when you are out of town and to be let out and fed daily; a bird does not. Birds are simple to care. I must say that my father has taken to most of the dirty work which is a-ok with me. I don't think its a burden on him and he seems to like it. We clean the cage once a week or so though I will report with 2 parakeets that is probably more than indicated. We change the food every few days and as my father wants, we give new water each day. (I am not emotionally involved with the pets except to say that they really are nice. If one dies, I'll buy another for about 20 dollars.) That said, in order to keep myself from really finding the birds to be a part of my inner being, (they are not), I have ascribed to renaming them on a daily basis if I think of it. To date they have had a ton of names, most I forget after naming them. Its a hobby of mine that gives me a creative license to think and conjecture a naming game in my life. Todays names I can not even remember anymore. Pecky and peekie I think. Tomorrow is maybe Popeye and Likey. I dont know. Its fun.
What other pets have I had? In 2002-2003, I purchased a 175 dollar Burmese Python which I kept in the basement living quarters that I shared with it (a her I think). It was a neat pet to own. I loved feeding time. I must say its partially sadistic, but I had to kill small rats to do the feeding (or else they may scratch or even de-eye the snake). I named it Rael (after the fictional character in a Genesis album, the Lamb Lies Down on Broadway). I must say it ended in pain and suffering for my character. At the end of the academic year, I moved out of the apartment and went on to a 2 month hiatus on Active Duty with the Air Force. So the snake became my father and mothers pleasure to own and for which to care. They did it with flying colors. If anything makes my father and mother worthy of entry to the Gates of Heaven, their service and sacrifice to keep the python is tops. They even had to take it to a vet when it refused to eat and did not deficate. It eventually responded to a bath and disposed of a large quantity of poo. I must say that snakes like this in my time did not poo more than once a month or more. It was a troubling experience. It would smell up the place I kept it at a large degree. I must say that one must clean the entire tank.
Rael was about 4 1/2 feet long upon its time conclusing in my happy hands. I gave him to my friend Kyle who is now a practicing Pulmonologist/Critical Care physician in Chicago. He is also honorably one of the team doctors of the Chicago Blackhawks. (an honor he wears with huge pride- his facebook once displayed his photo with the Stanley Cup). To Klye- thanks a million for taking the snake off my hands. You deserve a beer a year and I'm buying. I hope that the snake is happily in a nice zoo as that is his final destination that I had last heard.
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