Comfort Food…with a side of feathers

Every so often, parrots (well all birds really) do something called “molting.”

This uncomfortable experience is basically the parrot equivalent of the human cold.

I never need to wonder if Pearl is molting or not. If he is not molting, all the feathers stay on the bird. If he is molting, I fall in love with my vacuum cleaner all over again.

When Pearl molts, he feels terrible. Which of course means I feel terrible. So we try to make it better in the only way we know how – with waffles.

Mmmmmm. Mine. All MINE.
Mmmmmm. Mine. All MINE.
Waffles, oh how I love you.
Waffles, oh how I love you.
You know, I am starting to feel better already.
You know, I am starting to feel better already.
Much better.
Much better.
As long as the large lurking featherless poacher steers clear. I'll give her the "this is mine" stare so she gets the message.
As long as the large lurking featherless poacher steers clear. I’ll give her the “this is mine” stare so she gets the message.

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