So we took Basil, our attack parrot, to the vet to look at his feather problem. It was a surreal experience, to say the least. We had been recommended a vet by the place where we buy our bird food so early Saturday morning, we stuffed Basil into a carrier and drove over the Golden Gate Bridge.
The office was a surreal mix of something from a horror movie mixed with simply Disney humor. The vet apparently liked creepy objects, as the waiting room was filled to the breaking point with shrunken heads, old phones and devices, and drawings. In addition, bad animal-related puns were everywhere \endash painted on signs, written in marker, ect.
When we were finally led into the examining room, it looked like something out of an old Frankenstein monster movie. Ancient equipment, which looked like it might bust with lightning blots at any time, was crammed into the little room. There were fake eyes, everywhere, glued into the equipment in places where it looked like eyes might belong.
To examine Basil, they knocked him out with a little anesthesia, then put him on this device with a microphone, so you could hear the pitter-pat of his heart. He examined Basil head to toe, took some blood, and he then shaped some of Basil\rquote s beak with a grinder.
The whole thing cost 50 bucks.
Basil was incredibly well behaved the rest of the day. But, on Sunday, he bit Mike, so all was well.
Oh, almost forgot. They think it\rquote s just dry skin \endash so we\rquote re misting Basil and feeding him fish fat.
Henry
This is my hell EVERYDAY. People also want criminal applications against people who need protection from those who can't make a proper cup of coffee.