again it's all well and good to see birds in pictures or even see/hold someone elses, but actually owning one is a nightmare
get one, we'll see if you're still a fan when you can't sleep for more than 4 hours at a time and you get earplugs to try to get some peace at night but between the stress and desperation you become hypersensitive to the noise and even the slightest bit getting through, as it always does, will keep you awake
you just find yourself lying there, listening for it, focusing on it. unable to have lucid thoughts with this intermittent water-torture esque squeal chipping away at your sanity night after night until you 'accidentally' let your uncle's Ferret get a hold of it and pretend to be distraught around other genuinely distraught family members that somehow got used to the sound but inside you're just so happy. The twang of regret from seeing the bird dead is well overshadowed by the elation of the idea that the night terrors are over
and then there's cats, they leave the the F U C K alone.
hamsters are alright but they live such pitifully short lives compared to either cats or birds, so getting emotionally invested is hard