Of Gilded Cages and Chariots of Fire
When I was growing up, our next door neighbor raised canaries and we were given one of her prize birds. He was strikingly orange and my mom named him Pumpkin. That bird could sing. Of course, canaries are known for their singing, but this little guy was just the happiest song weaver. He was particularly fond of singing along to music and that was right around the time Chariots of Fire came out. I would play the theme to that movie over and over and Pumpkin would accompany the music. We all got a lot of joy and comfort from Pumpkin and my mother spoiled him quite thoroughly.
It’s not uncommon for pet birds to be spoiled. Just look around at some of the fantastical bird cages you can buy. In my neighborhood now, the big trend is actually elaborate outdoor aviaries. The people around here go to great lengths to make sure their caged birds are content. Since my daughter and I are both allergic to cats, and she is also allergic to dogs, I’ve told her that we can get a bird very soon. I’m looking around for a breeder with a great reputation for affectionate, gentle large birds. In the meantime, I am pretty much always casually shopping for a cage that catches my fancy. I’ve been poking around on the YCA Cages site this morning and solidified my notion that I like Victorian style cages best. Of course, I hope to give our future bird a lot of time outside the cage, too. I’m all about sharing my dwelling with my pets. 
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