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I want to know is, where DID the poop go? On the floor? Down your neck?
The Beaks are OK as far as that goes. They seem to have a particular spot on their playgym where they like to drop their little grenades, so it's easy enough to place paper strategically beneath them. Dommie, on the other hand, always chooses his spot to be as inconvenient as he can possibly make it. I've had lovely warm green poo dropped down the side of my head so it runs down the back of my ear and drips off the arm of my glasses. I've had them released directly over the part of my head from which my plait falls so that I have to go immediately and wash my considerable head of hair free of bird-pat.
The other thing about Dommie's poo is that it's musical. Every time he goes, he sort of shimmies his behind a bit, fans his tail, squats a bit and lets fly. As the grenade deploys, it's goes 'squink' as it exits the bomb-bay and then 'splang' as it hits the floor. I find myself totally bemused by this. I was in the middle of a conversation the other day when I shushed the friend to whom I was speaking so we could hear the sound of Dommie's mission. She was amazed as well. If anyone can tell me why it is that a bird should do noisy, musical poos, I'd love to know!
The other thing, Stephen, is that I don't know how you can stand to allow a bird on your head with your hair cropped so short. Doesn't it hurt? Matt is bald (shaves) and he winds up with red scratches if he forgets to put a beanie on. LOL! I must say, I do enjoy watching the Beaks slipping and sliding about on Matt's head, though.
What's not very funny is when they get their little feetsies tangled in my hair. Now,
that's a worry, especially when they take fright and try to fly off. Of course, they halt abruptly and then try to grab the nearest thing, which is usually my dainty little nose. :22_yikes:
. I'm so glad he didn't poop on your wife's head!
(That 1% can be a killer! Hahaha!)
