GROOMING IS FOR THE BIRDS
For those of you who don’t know me (which surely numbers in the tens of thousands) I’m a female cockatoo who refuses to reveal her age. My owners purchased me in Hawaii when I was a young “chick” and had me shipped to Naples eons ago. For years they thought I was a boy. That’s why they gave me such a goofy name. And they revel in telling me stories about what a nice bird I used to be. I was affectionate and could be easily handled and never bit the hands that fed me. But with age I grew cranky and very obnoxious. Or so they say.