Lucy is furious with me. I have to remove soiled towels from her cage immediately (runs around five or six or seven or eight daily) and medicate her twice a day.
I am now wearing a pair of knit gloves inside a pair of leather gloves to handle her for the efforts. She sharpens her beak nightly.
It was coming.
Kiddo, I didn't throw you against the wall or slam you to the ground. It was an accident.
Now I know how my mother felt when I came home after being hit by a car (that, slick as a snake, I ran in front of).