s tail feathers plucked, a
broken wing and a
broken leg. As I scooped the
bird away, I asked what he was doing, and he said, "I made the birdie go tweet tweet tweet!" Perhaps I'm delusional, but again, I don't believe he understood the rammifications of his actions, especially since the bird did not bite him in the melee. When I took him away, however, I was tagged by a sharp beak, which drew blood, I yelped, and both my parents and sister came running.