Wasabi’s the same cranky old buzzard he’s always been, except during hormones. Then he is a shrieking, bloodthirsty, moody, angry, volatile sharped-beak demon.
BUT, TWICE recently, he bit the towel and I with a lot less force than his normal latch down and twist flesh when I had to put him in his carrier. I appreciate that, Wasabi. It was strange when I expected a major bite, then got practically only a beaking. Not even an indentation.