So it’s late in the afternoon and I’m at that stage in the day where each of my downstairs birds gets to come out of their cage and come into the office to visit with me while I work. Only I decided I could no longer resist reading my Best Friends magazine that had come in the mail over a week ago and was just waiting for me with its great stories.
So I put Wilson on the chair back which is carefully covered in a towel, put my feet up on the desk and read the issue from cover to cover. I then turned back to my computer to check my e-mail only to find that Wilson had crapped all over the wrist rest and the keyboard.
I am now writing this on a keyboard I spent over an hour cleaning.
I’ve owned birds for forty years. You’d think I’d know better.