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Here’s a too-close-and-out-of-focus shot of our cockatoo. His name is Angel, and he’s a spoiled shithead. He’ll scream (screech, squawk, or whatever cockatoos do when they’re throwing a tantrum) when he doesn’t get his way. His way is someone staring at him and making a fuss over him 24 hours a day. He’s a really cool bird, but some days I wish I could de-squawk him. It’s either that, or cook him up for a light Thanksgiving come November.
