I have a not-so-secret obsession with birds. My favorite pairs of sneakers, which I wear almost daily, have parrots emblazoned on the sides. There’s bird decor all over my house. And until recently, I was the proud co-parent of a feisty, very food-motivated crested gloster named Chewie (may he rest in peace), a type of canary sporting what looks like a feathered bowl cut a la Moe from The Three Stooges.