Feb 122012
The sun conures were in the midst of a breeding frenzy. They had been copulating repeatedly all day, to the extent that the male had plucked most of the feathers off of the top of the female’s head, which was raw and bleeding.
One keeper mentioned in passing to another: “I see the conures are screwing their brains out today.”
The other keeper replied, “Oh, is that what happened to her head?”