On April 4 five years ago, Frank, Sally, and Peanut came into my life. I was at a local bird show, Frank and Sally were two of a dozen or so White-Headed Nuns in a cage, all scared and flighty. As I recall, I asked the seller to try to get a male and female, but with all the fluttering going on in that small cage, it's something of a miracle that I walked away with Frank and Sally.

Peanut, as I believe I mentioned, was an impulse purchase. Do not buy birds on an impulse! This isn't fair to you or the birds. But as it turned out, Peanut got lucky. Not only did I "save" him from a family with three boys under the age of ten, I am now also completely under Peanut's power. He is so totally spoiled, I can't ever get a full time job again. Ever.