We finally took lounge curtains down today. There was a moment of silence. The curtains had a long history; surviving battering from our various pets. It all started with our first pair of budgies, Birdie and Sunshine. We would let them out for a fly everyday while we are at work. They pretty much have free reign of the house. As we live up the hills and with such a lovely view and lots of privacy, we hardly ever draw the curtains, even in mid-winter. One cold, wet and miserable afternoon, we decided to chill and watch a DVD. It was one of those, "I want to be a couch potato when I grow up..." moment. To our horror, as we drew the curtains, we realised they were full of holes. We are not talking about tiny pin size holes but holes large enough to fill a bucket. It suddenly dawn on us that those birds were not being "cute" hiding behind the folds of the curtains, they were actually eating them! Those little rascals. We decided not to replace them; the curtains th...