My new short beak is causing me problems – I want to climb the walls of my cage and keep falling off! My hook extension is missing!
Well, let’s start at the beginning of today - I went to see Dr Peter again.
Oh the indignity. I refused as always to step onto a hand, so he put his hand into my cage with a towel in it. He grabbed me with the towel and didn’t let go even though I tried to bite him. Out I came against my will – and he wrapped me in another towel. I struggled and got myself onto my back – still they held me. Mum too! A pair of clippers came towards me, all gleaming silver. And suddenly – my beak was much shorter. It bled a bit – Dr Peter soon stopped that by pushing on it, putting a cotton bud on it and then putting some stuff on the cotton bud and putting it on my beak end. It stopped bleeding immediately. I was then put back into my cage – it was hard to get untangled from the towel then, but I managed it. Climbed the walls of course, and fell off as above. Took me a few times to work out what was happening. So, I stood still and danced – which Dr Peter liked. I would not talk to him though. No way. He said when I was leaving, he’d see me about the end of April. Hope not! I licked my short beak end whilst Mum was paying – gee it is strange. Takes a few days to get used to it each time it is shortened.
I sulked inside my little cage when I got home. All day! But it is warm and cosy in here now with the fire stove lit, and nice dinner smells, and the TV on. Life is not so bad – and Mum just gave me some spinach. I forgive all!
Bibbie – the shorter beaked bird!