Where else than the bird morgue would you rather be at on a Saturday morning?
Growing up, I had a pair of lovebirds named Arthur and Coralie ((Full disclosure: all my pets were named Arthur and Coralie, because they always came in pairs. Well, except fish. They were all called Moby Dick.)). Birds are a few of the animals ((Birds and fish, actually. My life sucks.)) I am not allergic to. I loved those little parrots, but they were too smart and chewed through the top of their cage and flew off on, ironically, a fine Saturday morning.
The Moore Lab of Zoology at Oxy houses over 60,000 specimens, including quite a few extinct species, caught and skinned anywhere between the latter part of the 19th century to today. Sadly, no Dodos. Alas.