The lovebird and I have a lot in common. Mate for life? Check? Love to nuzzle beaks? Check. Enjoy the works of Sir Conan Arthur Doyle? Check. Beautiful plumage? Check.
The lovebird is one of the greatest flautists of all time. It hides a micro-flute in its throat and pretends it’s just a natural singing voice, but it’s totally a micro-flute.
It mates for life.
It mates for life, so it has to listen to the irritating way its partner eats seeds until the day it dies.
The lovebird over-microwaves popcorn every time.
Number of legs
The lovebird is at constant word with the wrathbird, the fearbird and all the other negative emotionbirds.
What if it fought a bear?
The power of love is a curious thing. Make one bear weep, make another bear sing.
Is it noble?
Oh, lovebird. Why won’t you admit to your incredible musical ability? We want to celebrate you. But you don’t care. You’re sooooo happy.