the place I work nights is beside an undeveloped swampy land and the skeetas are driving me nuts.
that bird we got from a breeder. she knew I trained birds and asked me to take this one. they called her satan. when I met her, the owner opened the cage, the bird flew out straight to her chest and started beating her with wings and shredding her sweater (I should mention the breeder was my ex and I taught the bird's father to talk hehe). well of course I instantly liked this bird for some reason. she was a biter with her mammas attitude for sure. but I play guitar and worked with my hands, so she couldn't bite. I went up when she got home, put my fingertip right to her beak and let her bite. she got bored fast, and I let my second finger move to her head. by the end of day 2 I was petting her head and she became a suck. she'd still try and intimidate strangers though... and if she had you scared, she made you her biotch.
she became my sister's bird (I care for my sister as she's learning disabled). they loved each other. I miss her daddytoo though. he was the coolest bird I have ever met (and I've had many). I could jam on the guitar and he could whistle in key, though he preferred slow blues... ok gotta stop... just made myself depressed
