A story about a bird...

There once was a mom who wanted so much to make her daughter Kirra's birthday wish come true.  Kirra was wishing with all her might for a rainbow bird for her 5th birthday.  So Kirra's mom convinced Kirra's dad (a very dapper man) to go along to the bird store.  You see Kirra's mom had secretly dreamt of being a bird owner some day herself, so there was a little extra excitement in fulfilling Kirra's wish.  Kirra's dad figured what they heck, a little $10 parakeet, a little cage, a little food... the bird lives a year, the kid looses interest, the parents look like birthday hero's... sounded like the right thing to do.  Off to buy a bird the birthday hero's went.  And then as they stood at the parakeets for sale, out of the corner of their eye's... a rainbow bird.  Seriously a rainbow bird!  Who knew they even existed outside of Rio de Janeiro??!! 

You know where the story is a goin'.  Yep, the wish of the birthday girl was granted.  Rainbow bird, taj mahal style cage, cool toys... this mom and dad don't mess around when it comes to rainbow birds. 

Kirra woke up on her birthday morning, heard a squawk, and there in a birds most colorful splendor sat LULU, (short for Honolulu of course), the rainbow bird.  She snuggled, flew around, drank OJ from a cup, danced when Justin Bieber sang, gave sweet kisses... It was love at first site.  We all fell in love.  For a while...

And then the bird owning bliss wore off.  Lulu squawked like, um, can't even explain it, enough to ring everything in between the ears.  Wow, it was loud.  Luckily it was only a couple times a day, but seemed to always be the wrong couple of times.  Oh and cleaning up bird poop, not exactly a dream come true.  The bird had a thing for the baby - any chance possible the bird would find the baby and bite the baby's fingers.  And then to find out this type of bird lives 30 years.  Kids don't even live in the coop for 30 years, let alone a bird.  Any two somewhat brilliant bird buyers could'a, should'a, wished they would'a done this research before the purchase...but then Lulu never would've been and to have owned a bird for 6 months is better to have loved and lost a bird than to have never loved a bird at all.  {somethin' like that.}

So now Lulu has a new home.  The mom feels a little guilty, the dad feels relieved, the "I once owned a bird when I was five" girl is fine and has gone on to lizard catching. 

Here's to LULU, THE RAINBOW BIRD {rumor has it Lulu has a boyfriend at her new house}!