Boy, do I need help understanding some things with Ms. Freckles.
Sunday morning, I was getting her breakfast ready and myself ready for Mass. She plays on the kitchen countertop and "helps" me with all sorts of things. We go through this routine every day without fail......when it came time to put her back on her perch, I offered my right arm (never the left) and the same thing I always say, " time to get on your perch, Freckles is my good girl". She stepped up, cocked her head, raised her feathers and shredded my arm......eight punctures before I could get her back on the counter top. I cleaned, bandaged my arm and went back to her.....she whistled and asked to step up. I took her back, went to church, said some pretty unpleasant things and came home an hour later to a happy, cuddly grey. Sunday evening, she started regurgitating.....every time I pass her cage or invite her to come hang out with me, she bobs her head and deposits what looks like one seed. Monday, she was back on the kitchen counter, no problem, but last night, more regurgitation. This morning, back on the counter, gave her a bite of English muffin, let her have the dregs of my juice and asked her to step up.....four more punctures. My right arm looks a lot like shredded meat this morning.
Sooooo.....what am I dealing with? tantrums? Hormones? Thoughts??
I've suffered dog bites, cat and horse bites.....when you work with critters as long as I have, you know it goes with the territory.....but bloody HECK.....these FLIPPIN' HURT!!
Sunday morning, I was getting her breakfast ready and myself ready for Mass. She plays on the kitchen countertop and "helps" me with all sorts of things. We go through this routine every day without fail......when it came time to put her back on her perch, I offered my right arm (never the left) and the same thing I always say, " time to get on your perch, Freckles is my good girl". She stepped up, cocked her head, raised her feathers and shredded my arm......eight punctures before I could get her back on the counter top. I cleaned, bandaged my arm and went back to her.....she whistled and asked to step up. I took her back, went to church, said some pretty unpleasant things and came home an hour later to a happy, cuddly grey. Sunday evening, she started regurgitating.....every time I pass her cage or invite her to come hang out with me, she bobs her head and deposits what looks like one seed. Monday, she was back on the kitchen counter, no problem, but last night, more regurgitation. This morning, back on the counter, gave her a bite of English muffin, let her have the dregs of my juice and asked her to step up.....four more punctures. My right arm looks a lot like shredded meat this morning.
Sooooo.....what am I dealing with? tantrums? Hormones? Thoughts??
I've suffered dog bites, cat and horse bites.....when you work with critters as long as I have, you know it goes with the territory.....but bloody HECK.....these FLIPPIN' HURT!!