I'm not a bird lover. I prefer dogs. Cooper doesn't screech like a banshee and he doesn't flap his wings and scatter bird seed all over the floor. He listens when I talk and doesn't interupt me with incessant chirping. Where then, did I get this obsession with bird cages? All shapes, sizes and colors, I'm always drawn to them. At one time I had quite a few. Now my collection has dwindled to one. Tempting me in every antique mall, I resist the urge to start buying them again. Guess I'll have to settle for pictures.
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