The Bird

Sorry for the lack of blog posts! I have been keeping up with my new photo blog though so I am proud of that! Second year continues to be very busy so I am finding it hard to have things to write about that are interesting.

Actually, today's post might not be all that interesting either, but I really wanted to write something and I guess I want to get this off my chest.

I don't like our pet bird. He drives me crazy. He rubs his beak together in the most annoying way, he squawks, and he poops.... everywhere!!! It is nasty. He makes it nearly impossible for me to get any studying done at home. Part of the problem is Patch needs more attention than we can give him. Birds are very social creatures and unfortunately he gets left home alone a lot, or when I am home I have things to do that do not include entertaining/training a parrot.

I have tried talking to hubby about my concerns but he refuses to re-home Patch. I get it, he is our pet and my husband is attached. Yes the bird can be funny and entertaining but mostly he just irritates me. I did get hubby to agree that he is on poop duty. However, he has not stuck to cleaning up as often as he said he would so I continue to have to look at bird poop. Yuck. I don't think hubby understands how impossible Patch makes it for me to study. Yes, I can walk to the coffee shop, but then I have to buy something to eat/drink which gets expensive. Not to mention that sometimes coffee shops are noisy as well (though those sounds don't tend to pierce through my ear plugs like squawks). I just want to be able to study in my own home. I really don't think that is asking too much.

No matter how much I might be tempted to open a window while hubby is at work I know I will just have to learn to live with this situation. I did agree to the bird when we bought him. (At least I know to never agree to another one!!!) I didn't realize how much work owning a bird would be or how loud he would be. I take responsibility for not researching better. I also know marriage is about compromise. For whatever reason my husband is in love with Patch. I probably like things hubby doesn't understand (though I am sure they are not as much of an inconvenience as our poop machine).

At the very least I guess I could see tolerating Patch as practice for having children. I know kids will be louder and poop more with no option of re-homing, haha. Who knows, maybe when we finally do have kids hubby will decide our home is a little to full for Patch after all (a girl can dream)!!