My birds have kept me from checking into the hospital at least twice. The first time I had a horrible break up but it wasn't like anyone else could hand feed a three week old baby Quaker three times a day. It was an excellent life-line.

My cockatoo Eloise is trying to help me type right now. I can't even tell you how many times in the last five years I've cried just because I tried to picture life without her.