At the Vet

  My mood after my first vet visit can best be summed up with one word: “P*****-OFF”.  Yes, that’s really two words, but I think you get the point.  I liken this event to mom’s annual visits to the Doctor.  You know the kind I mean.  Those below the belt visits known as the PAP.  Oh yes,—I know all about it.  I’ve heard mom complain about them for years. So why then, dear reader, does she insist on inflicting this torture on her innocent avian friends? It has been 11 years since my first vet visit. I have gone every year since I have been in mom's care. But the first visit has forever been seared upon my avian brain.


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