“Nosferatiel. Does this word not sound like the deathbird calling your name at midnight? Beware you never say it – for then the pictures of life will fade to shadows, haunting dreams will climb forth from your heart and feed on your blood.”
(that’s berry mash on Sido’s face)
Trick or treat!
“We’ll get you, my pretty. And your little dog, too!”
Cooper wishes you love and light.
This little conure can do it all.