Andrew’s preschool class has a bird for a class pet, and each weekend “Mike the Bird” goes home with a family so that he will not be alone in the classroom. At the beginning of the year we signed up for the weekend that we wanted to take the bird home with us. Well, of course I got to the list late, and the only “weekend” that was left was for the two-week Christmas break. No one signed up for that one, of course. So it was left for us. Yep, the family of eleven with two dogs gets the bird for two weeks instead of two days. Of course! Why not?!
During the two weeks Mike was the perfect guest. He stayed in his cage like a good little birdie should. It wasn’t hard to take care of Mike. Andrew helped to feed him, clean his cage, and put his cover over the cage at night. We have never had a bird, so all of this was new to us.
What I realized was that birds aren’t all that much fun to have as pets. You can’t really pet them, or cuddle them. What do they do but sit all day in their cage? I actually found myself feeling a bit sorry for Mike, day after day just standing there on that stick. What kind of life is that for a bird? Shouldn’t he be out flying somewhere? What crazy person in history decided to catch a bird and stick it in a cage? Who was the first guy to do that? Am I the only one who thinks this is unfair? I guess the same could be said for fish in a fish tank? But at least they get to swim around. They still DO what they are supposed to DO. But birds can’t fly in their cages, and by definition isn’t that what birds are supposed to DO? Birds fly. Fish swim. I think it’s an injustice to keep birds in cages. But I don’t know, maybe that’s just me.