It was a bit hot, yesterday, again... ha ha.
The old man bird turned up and discovered that much to his disappointment the water dish was all but empty...
Being hot and flustered as he was, he got a little grumpy...
I took the dish out and upended it, then tried to put it back in place... not an easy thing to do with a grumpy, hot, flustered and thirsty old man cockatoo latched onto my finger, ha ha...
He was trying to help me, ha ha... all he wanted was a drink, and there I was fiddling around unnecessarily moving things... ha ha.
We got it all sorted out, in the end,... he got his drink and I came away with my finger intact... ha ha.
"I have your finger, now bring it, and whatever you're holding, that I want, over here where I want it...", ha ha.
He's very careful to apply just the right amount of pressure with his beak - a firm, but gentle grip, unless, as he was, grumpy, in which case I knew he was holding my finger, ha ha.
He didn't break the skin, or leave a bruise, but he made it obvious that he wasn't in a mood to be trifled with... ha ha.
It's funny, he came back a couple of hours later, after the temperature had dropped, and was his usual sunny, cheerful self...
He's not alone in finding that as the temperature rises, his temper shortens... ha ha.
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