What if...

One of the many reasons it took me so long to decide which pair to pick at the Bird store yesterday is that I felt an obligation to pick two that liked each other, at least a little. I mean, what if I picked the two that spent their whole day trying to stay on opposite ends of the cage from the other? What if they stepped out of their dark little take-me-home box and into their new cage only to find that the bird they liked least back at the store was the one I chose to be their best buddy forever? I wonder too if the birds I left behind are happy that these two are gone now... Or maybe I picked the wrong two and each of them has a buddy or worse, a girlfriend now pining away for them. I don't know, maybe I'm over-thinking this but the whole experience felt like picking two kids off a playground of thirty-five, and expecting them to be best friends for the rest of their lives. I can tell you that if I that happened to me with a certain little girl I knew in the third grade, I would have been desperately unhappy.

Thankfully, when I came downstairs this morning I found Sheldon and Leonard rubbing their heads together! See? 

And, sharing a perch... I'm taking this as a good Sign!