What is it about some budgerigar owners that makes them assume that everybody loves
their budgie? That it would be their dearest wish to have the budgie jump all over
them, to slobber all over their hands, to sniff their crotch, and even to have fake
sex with their leg?
What is it about some budgerigar owners that when they take their budgie for a walk,
they seem to gravitate towards any passing members of the public, in the assumption
that all the other person wants to do in life is to stroke the bird, tickle its beak,
and say inane things like “Who’s a good boy, then?”
What is it about some budgerigar owners that, when their budgie snaps and strains
and snarls and barks at you as you walk quietly and peacefully on your way, they
assure you that “Oh, it’s alright, he won’t hurt you”?