OK, perhaps that’s not quite how Mummy saw it, but that’s what I was doing – honest!
I found a dead pigeon on our walk this evening, and Mummy tried to take it off me – well, I was having none of it, so closed my mouth shut – right on Mummy’s finger. It was just like it was in May last year when I ended up putting Mummy in emergency hospital after biting her finger. This time she did the opposite of what the pharmacist told her to do, and although her finger bled all evening and night, she was happy that any infection would be able to find it’s way out.
Sorry Mummy, I was just protecting my bird.