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Originally Posted by CFrance
It was a Chinese fire drill at our house on Tuesday. DH was going to Ocala for volunteer work. I was to take the dog to the groomer in Leesburg, go to my strength training class at Miona, then pick up the dog.
Landscapers pulled up outside to plant a neighbor's palm. Crosby was in the den peering out the window (he's nosy). He sees the landscaper, barks once. This startles the Cockatiel, who flies out of his cage, crash-lands into the sofa and breaks a blood feather. Must get the rest of it out or he'll bleed to death, but I don't know how.
DH climbs up into the attic to retrieve the travel cage. He takes the dog to the groomer, then goes to Ocala. I take the bird to the vet and miss weights class. The lesson here: Isa can fly, but he can't steer. All for a single bark.
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What a story, I had no idea that birds have blood feathers and could bleed to death. Yikes. Sometimes I tell my dogs they just cause too much work and dirt and confusion. But they just smile because they know I don't mean it.
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