Last night, while transporting him from the mobile unit outside in the grass to his bedtime box, my rascal Lemon pecked me in the face. He was clearly delusional and hungry, and he must have thought he was pecking Chris and not me. Nevertheless, he has to go. I now have a small patch of skin torn off and a little bitty scab. I don't care how small it is, it really hurts and it could have very easily been my eye. And I was being nothing but nice and caring at the time. I'm pretty upset and disappointed that I could put so much effort into raising and loving that rascal and end up getting pecked in the face.
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