edited by Scott Lewis
(These items come from the rec.pets.birds news group on the Internet. My thanks to the unknowing contributors.)
You pull up in the driveway, and you see that your bird is looking out the window. You start waving saying, "Hi Kiwi. Its mommy! I'm home from work now."
Its 8:30 a.m. Saturday morning, and you're in your backyard in your robe pleading with a red-headed woodpecker to stop using your house for his morning beak exercise!
Your friends dog is pregnant, and you ask if the puppies have hatched yet.
Later you accidentally refer to his dog as a "hen."
You're leaving a gathering of friends, and you find yourself saying, "Bye bye! Gimmee SMOOCHIES!"
At last count you had over 200 bird toys and only 8 birds.
You make sure your pizza isn't too hot so the birdies wont burn their feet.
You're on a first-name basis with the seed moths that hang around your house.
You refer to the hair loss from your dog as "molting."
Dr. Ritchie recognizes your voice before you identify yourself when you call his 1-900 number.
You tell your boyfriend not to touch you in front of the bird because the bird might get jealous.
You drop your purse in the supermarket and sunflower seeds fall out.
You fight over who gets custody of the birds when the romance ends.
All your friends are "bird people," the luckiest people in the world.
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