May 8
4 min read
The Bird and The Bonds
It’s hard to really grasp how big a cockatoo is until it’s glaring at you like Hannibal Lector from its cage in your mother-in-law’s kitchen.
We lived in a little guest house behind my in-laws’ main house, in a less than great neighborhood. A government-subsidized apartment complex was around the corner, and I called the cops on the regular when I thought our neighbor was actually going to kill his wife this time. The…
