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.
