Today we went to a golf course with one thousand kangaroos. I almost touched one. Later I had a traumatizing experience with some cockatoos. They started out nice. I was feeding them and admiring how beautiful they were when one landed on my arm. I wanted to get some pictures, of course, but I winced at the sharp talons jabbing into my arm. Next one landed on my head, this one didn't hurt as much because of my toque. Then they . . .
swarmed, scratching me with their sharp talons. One bit my finger and made me bleed. I don't like cockatoos.