The owners of Pack Creek Campground have a few birds, and I got to meet two of them - a cockatoo and some green parrot bird. Jolly and smart little birds with their "parents", they would climb on their shoulders, laugh at jokes, dance and do other tricks.
So, at one point, we were left alone with them and I saw the cockatoo reach out of the cage and grab Heather's finger. He was a bit reluctant to let her go, but I was curious and wanted to try also. I approached the cage and help out my finger for the bird, and she reached out and grabbed my finger. How neat! I'd has been a while since I'm been around large, smart birds. Then the bird pulled in, and I let my finger go along for the ride. Just before I was going to pull back and extricate my finger, the bird lunged at it and delivered a serious bite to my finger! I was left with a 1/2 gash on top of my finger, and it broke the skin on the other side too. As I recoiled in pain, the bird across the room, started laughing! "Ha-ha, Ha-ha. Bye-bye!, bye-bye! Hahaha."
I should know better - never give any animal a single finger, cause they'll take it - even alpacas. Always a fist or palm. Ah well, it's not a serious wound, so what can you do but laugh - and don't trust those birds!
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lucky it was a bird and not a bear! you be careful, mister. didn't I teach you anything about being paranonid about where you put your hands? ;) remember Ephesus and your hand in a hole?
Ha-ha, Ha-ha. Bye-bye!, bye-bye! Hahaha! Good story.
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