Today there was an unscheduled cleaning of Buba's enclosure. Well ... it just happened. The pheasant injured his eye and I had to urgently come up with a small relocation to provide the affected bird with a warm place.

I have already spoken about Buba more than once. He came to us after he fell into fuel oil. Over time, its plumage fully recovered, but apparently intoxication has done its evil deed and the bird cannot fly. We are doomed to live together.

Buba hates me. He does it sincerely and selflessly. This does not prevent him from using my services and there is food that I bring him. It reminds me of my ex. I even consider giving the bird one more name - Eх Hub 😁
Nevertheless, his attitude towards me does not affect my attitude towards him. It would be strange to sort things out with a bird. I love him as much as the rest of the furry and feathered inhabitants of my house. 😉

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