He loves to shower so much so that I call him my duck and even quacks like a duck sometimes.
I built a perch out of PVC pipe so he showers with me.
Fresh out of of the shower.
When he gets startled he bites so that beak of his can be deadly. He got me a good one a couple of weeks ago bit my thumb and finger I swear it went right to the bone and bled forever. He can be sweet too. He loves to cuddle and when I put him in his night cage he makes this cute grunting noise. He has a night cage because the brat boys like to lay on top of his cage. I've even gotten up to one of them inside his cage. I can't sleep with the cats (they are bed HOGS) so why should he sleep with them on top of him.
I call him my cannibal because his favorite foods are eggs and chicken.
There you have it 20 paws and 2 bird feet.
Poor hubby...he once said to me if I had known you wanted a farm...my answer I don't want chickens and cows. I'm no longer allowed to go to the pet store...
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