Guess who came home with a new bird?
And I actually really liked the last one. His name was "Kevin," by the way, and he was the prettiest bird we've had and probably will ever have. I loved his blue color with orange eyeliner and blue eyes. Not that I ever went so far as to hold or feed him or anything. He was just really pretty and Wendy & I used to talk to him when we were bored.
Kevin bit Ryan and just like that, Ryan was over him. Remember how Ryan got this bird as a baby and had to feed him formula through a syringe every 4 hours? You'd think he would have formed SOME kind of bond with it, acting as it's surrogate mother and all. Although I'm bummed, I figured the bird (whichever bird that may be) is Ryan's thing. So who am I to make him keep a mean bird just because I think it's prettier than all the rest? Right?
Meet Anthony. "Tony" for short. "Home wrecker" for long.