No doubt that today is two of my four birds' birthday: Snow White and Junior.  There are three years old now, and that means they've made it long enough for the earth to revolve around the sun three times ever since they were born.  I remember when I first saw them.  They were tiny, blind, naked chicks that depended on Fiona and Bobby to feed them.  It was just so cute.  I miss those times. 

But then, you're probably thinking: are you letting your birds make more babies?  I would if not for my dad.  He found out about Snow White and Junior eight days after they were born, and of course, I got my head bitten off.  I don't mean that literally, but you know what I mean.  So, ever since then, I dumped eggs out the nest every time there was one inside.  I feel bad, really, but I can assure you that when I start living by myself, I'll let my birds do whatever they want.  That may be years from now, though.

So, let's all say happy birthday to my birds.  Instead of having a birthday cake, let's all have a salad with eggshell to share with them and jazz music to listen to. :)