When I was about 10 or so, my parents got a Mynah bird named Henry that I had to feed and clean up after. He had a cage made of sheet metal on the sides, back and bottom, and the rear half of the top. It was bars otherwise. That bird could fling its poop over the top of its cage and hit the wall behind the cage. I hated that bird... Hated. Ever since, I've sworn I'd never have a pet bird. My wife and I met about 8 1/2 yrs ago, and over time I learned she loved birds and has kept them in the past. I've never budged on my hate. But now she's found a sibling pair of Conures that she wants, and I think I'm going to have to learn to live with birds. She's not going to get them unless I say OK, and I think I will. But I'm not cleaning up after them. At. All. She says conures are fairly quiet and friendly. I already know what I'm going to do... I'm not asking for advice. I'm also not grouching about the situation, but I am sighing. Here's a pic of the birds. They're pretty, but I just think birds belong outdoors.