Adventures of Momo

Chantal bought her son a bird, a Cockatiel. A really cute one with orange cheeks and a punk hairdo. A true transvestite.

Chantal: We woke up the next day and I heard my family say Good morning. I was quite surprised, as no one ever says good morning in my household. I came down only to see them saying good morning to a bird, not even to each other.

It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds. Oh and I think she's planning to clip those fine feathers.

Chantal: The bird, Momo, we called it bit my son this morning.

When we asked how that happened, she mentioned her son stuck a hand in that 1.5 metre cage and tried to pet the bird.

Chantal: I think I need to clip it's nails, they are way too long and curly and sharp.

I stopped chewing on the dumplings and heard someone at the table cough. But it was only Jared laughing with a mouthful on chicken curry.

Jared: But the bird will just go "flop" from its perch!

To which Chantal just nodded and commented that otherwise they are just too sharp, while we all tried to imagine the poor creature trying to walk on the floor of the cage as if wearing fins.

Adele was kind enough to recommend a sand paper glued to the perch, so that we wouldn't report Chantal to the SPCA for bird nail abuse.
I think we're going to hear a lot about that bird in the future. We shall call those stories Adventures of flightless Momo.