Ouch

It had been a while since I trimmed Titania's nails, and they had gotten long. I got the dremel set up, and got Titania from Pam, who had let the tiel sit on her shoulder while paying bills. As I walked into the bird room with Titania in my hands, when Titania saw the dremel she squawked, turned and bit my finger. The little dweeb drew blood. She really doesn't like having her nails done.