Meekull got his talons clipped yesterday. Because his lame claw points backward toward his chest and makes him trip on soft fabric, I had to clip his little birdie "toenails". First, I had to catch him. It took a surprise lunge with a pillowcase to achieve that mission (o-m-g) but now, he's all manicured. The thing is, he's having to get used to the new feel and he's slip-sliding anyway. Poor little guy. Yesterday, he was full of attitude over it, refusing to go back in his cage and yelling hysterically if I got too close (yes, he yells). Today, we were back to being best buds. He quietly sat on my shoulder for almost 10 minutes, neither of us speaking, looking out the window, while he gave me "haircuts" (little nibbles around my hairline). I almost fell asleep. He's such a good barber.
