…means fodder for my beak to explore!
I did it again. A little voice inside my head called “hormones” made me do it!
Okay, it was partially fueled by unnecessary jealously. Mom was talking to Sydney and telling her how much she loves her so I bit mom’s toe. Boy, she really was not very happy about it. I chomped down around the web of her fourth toe on her left foot and she kicked up her leg to get me to release. It is a good thing I have wonderful navigational dexterity otherwise I might have hit the chandelier and knocked myself out. She doesn’t know how lucky she is because I could have amputated her toe if I really wanted to. There was so much blood. My beak is like a razor-sharp knife
Her back was turned to me and she didn’t even see me coming. She should know that I cannot be trusted around bare feet in the springtime. Will she ever learn? Probably not. Perhaps it is because I ever so cunning and cute. I suck her in to trust me and am relatively harmless during a good part of the year that she just forgets.
I thought to myself… hmmm one for me, none for her but I was soooooo wrong. She put me back in my cage for a good part of the night to make me think about it. I screamed and threw things about in cage making a huge ruckus thinking that it would help my cause. It didn’t. She waited until I calmed down and then got dad to let me out after a long time out!