A few of my female colleagues have offered to have a mini bachelorette outing with me before I leave for the wedding, so yesterday, we discussed going to a fried chicken spot next Thursday to celebrate. And lo and behold, last night, I dreamt that I was at home in my backyard, enjoying the sunlight and taking care of two different parakeets, one blue and one pink and white, each in their own separate cages. They have cages that look just like the one that my Willie, my old pet parakeet, used to have when I was young. I left them alone for a bit and came back, and I notice that my mother has given both of them new food. One had a big piece of fried chicken on top of a waffle he was nibbling; the second had a mini hamburger.

Why would she feed these parakeets fried chicken and meat? I thought. This stuff is going to kill them!! Of course, they didn’t mind because they were just gobbling it all up. I guess this food sure beats having seeds, vegetables, and fruit.