God Bless My Husband...he isn't even a bird person!

Hmmm Monday. Last night my husband and I spent two hours cleaning around the birds and all that jazz. Some climb out on top of their cage and others lean off the side trying to eat my husband. No one tries to eat me. I definitely feel guilty about that. My husband has swept, mopped and chiseled bird poop off our tile and wooden floors. He has reached in and changed paper when every bird is glaring, pinning their eyes and screaming at him. I couldn't love him more than when he is "pretend" grumping about the birds. He goes in the main bird room and starts fussing, "this room is a mess, who taught you to use a food bowl? why is there shredded paper in the corner - you are on hormone shots, knock that off!". The birds immediately respond with lots of drama because he has the vacuum and they aren't all that fond of it. I have some health issues and he always steps up (with my daughter) to make sure the birds have everything they need. It may seem like changing paper and wiping down cages isn't that much but those of you with birds know that it is. My husband is also majorly in love with our Goffin's Lulu. She is the most mischievous bird we own. All our birds are flighted (except foster birds) and Lulu is the queen of our airways. She is the most skilled flier and has a lot of fun doing "fly bys" on the other birds who aren't as skilled. She had

to be clipped once in the last six years and my husband was so horrified. He kept telling me that she was depressed and unfulfilled. He made me promise to never do it again. He laughs at all her bad behavior...this is why I am glad we did not have a late in life baby! This is Lulu after raiding the syringes I was sterilizing and promptly destroying them. I prefer to think she was contemplating whether I needed medicating. Picture to follow. Lulu doing her worst! Pardon the very personal nature of this post but my husband deserved a little shout out!