Pet Store

So every so often Josh begs me to go to the pet store with him and I cave. He loves the birds. (He keeps begging me for one, but I am not stupid enough to agree. I do not want to have any more animals to clean up after.) So, about a week ago, after we went to dinner with my family, we stopped at Petland and stayed there for a good hour and a half. Josh just played with the birds the whole time. I usually try to hold the birds, but they scare me because some of the bite.

Well, I found a really nice one (Josh tested this bird out first for me) and so I ended up holding that one for quite a while. It just stood there, it wasn't one of the ones that feels the need to climb all over your body and head. But, occasionally, I would get really nervous and put it down. Well, after I would put it down (it shared a cage with one other bird) I would cast my fears aside and decide that I could pick it up again. Well, the other bird was a biter, and I would stick my finger down to pick up my bird, and the other one would bite the tip of my finger...it never failed. I finally learned me lesson and didn't put the bird down until I was actually done picking it up. My finger was really sore the next day.