Have had head caught in a mangle for the last few days.
I don't know how these things occur.
Maybe the weather ... but I'm not supposed to write about that.
BTW: the parrot (Platycercus icterotis) is supposed to be me.
That's what I look like in winter: wet, up a tree, alone, lacking focus, moulting a bit, plenty of red stuff spilled on shirt -- or is that just a pigment of my imagination? -- considering whether or not to fall off perch into Shit Creek below.
Parrots were designed for eternal summer.
Pity there's no such thing.

Sledge