Biting My Lip
My lip is sore and a bit bruised.
Why?
Because my dad’s bird bit it. We were playing and he was being a little turdy bird when he bit it. He’d been fine just moments before, whistling and chirping away. I put him back on his perch and he flew back up onto my shoulder. I turned to look at him and whistle, and the little booger bit me.
Thankfully it’s not too bad. It was more a shock than anything.
Oh, and then he flew out into the hallway, following me. I had to wonder if he was chasing me or if he wanted to play some more.
I wish I were Dr. Doolittle so I could ask him what the hell he was thinking. I can hear it now: “Bitch thought I was having fun with her. She’s whistling and squeaking away at me and I’m trying to tell her to leave me the hell alone. I finally had enough of it and bit her. What’s a bird to do? I could have shit on her, but that’s too subtle and easily cleaned up. Biting is what I do. So I did. And that’s that.”
Yeah, sounds like something he’d say.
Birdie botox!
Comment by Karen — 2012/10/02 @ 19:47
hahahahaha! that’s one way to look at it. that little shit cracks me up. I think he really just wants to get back at me for waking him up in the middle of the night when I go to the bathroom. yep, that’s right, he lives in the bathroom, with his best mirror bird buddies
Comment by Da Goddess — 2012/10/02 @ 22:25
Ouch! But… he lives in the bathroom? LOL! I can imagine his ire at being disturbed. LOL!
Comment by pam — 2012/10/03 @ 03:15
At my dad’s, the main bathroom is rarely used, except that I’m here now and I use it. So, Tweety has had the bathroom to himself for years. Has big mirrors and it’s easy to clean, right? Yeah. But now he has to share it and he gives me stink eye every time I go in there in the middle of the night.
Comment by Da Goddess — 2012/10/03 @ 21:38