About Me

This site is a dumping ground for any pointless rubbish I see fit. You don't have to read any of it. In fact it's probably better if you don't, to be honest. I've wasted enough of my time writing it, there's not much point in anybody wasting any more time reading it.

When I was eleven years old, we bought a budgie. It only had one functional leg so it was cheaper than the others, but the other leg recovered pretty quickly anyway so we ended up with a fully functional budgie for a fraction of the price.

Do budgies have legs? I think so. I was a bit hesitant to say he had a faulty foot as I'm fairly sure budgies' feet aren't referred to as feet, so I'll just assume it was his leg that was dodgy for the sake of this story.

Anyway, what this whole experience taught me was that the price of a budgie doesn't necessarily determine its usefulness. To say 'usefulness' is probably to use the wrong word, as budgies aren't exactly renowned for being particularly useful. I guess I mean functionality, but didn't really want to use that word as I already used the word 'functional' twice in a previous paragraph. Now I've gone and done it again.

As luck would have it, the budgie lived to be five years old before popping its clogs. I know that doesn't sound very old but if I spent the vast majority of my life in a cage, eating seeds and the occasional treat of garden weeds while people tried to encourage me to talk to myself, I'd probably welcome an early demise.

I hope this has been an educational experience for anybody considering buying a budgie. It wasn't intended to be, I was just trying to give you some interesting information about my life and that's what came out.

Go for the cheap one, it's not as bad as they think it is.