A Note From Red

I don't know what's up with my new mom.  I've tried sitting and just staring at her but she just keeps torturing me.  Since I've been here I have been dunked in a bucket of nasty smelling stuff and the next day she rolled me up like a burrito and cut on my feet, then wrapped them up so they look like mummies.   I just don't understand, well, I was a little itchy, and I do feel better now that she forced my beak open and squirted stuff in my mouth.  Then she insisted on putting gooey stuff on my legs and they don't feel as dry as they were so maybe I'll tolerate that again.

Yesterday she brought me in her house again and made me stand in a bucket of water.  Okay, a foot soak is good, it felt awesome.  I'd love to do that again, it didn't smell or anything.  But, then she unwrapped my mummy feet and then wrapped me like a burrito again and made my feet look like mummies again!  But life goes on and she let me go back outside with my friends new and old. 

 Speaking of friends, Iwish those other girls that were here first would quit chasing me around, it is sure getting old.  Most of the time I just ignore them and do my own thing.  I even make sure I get my spot on the roost before they come in.