Friday, November 23, 2007
Sasha let me scratch his back today, even while Christian was sitting there scratching him, too. He let me preen a pinfeather and feel his fluffy back under the primary feathers. He has the floofiest down imaginable that feels like kitten fur (without inducing the hives). Birds are alarmingly fragile-feeling, though, when you get down to their skin and bones. Skinny pencil necks, hard little craniums, dinky little ribs. I like to kiss their little toes as they seem to be the sturdiest bits about them: they're all leathery and scaled, like an iguana, but you can't kiss an iguana because of salmonella, so it works out best for everyone if I just kiss the birds' feet. Well, except for the birds. They really don't like it.