Sunny will forgive me quickly, Phoebe will be wary of me for a while unless she needs rescuing from the floor, and Powder already hates my guts, so no love lost there.
For those of you with pets, what is your least favorite pet chore?
Why is it nearly impossible to hold a squirmy, biting ball of feathers and clip toenails without fearing that you will end up taking the whole toe off?
The budgies are now doing the poof and shake while yelling at me, and the conures are preening each other, smug in the fact that they didn't need nail clipping!
Is it sad that clipping my birds' toenails is the high point of my day today?