I meant well.
I didn't think it was nutritionally right that the pelican should eat the batter on my lunchtime fish cocktail. I began peeling the lardy, crunchy bits off the fishy morsel for my patient, jowly maritime friend in as PC and tree-huggy a fashion as possible.

5 seconds later I was armpit-deep in pelican creel (that's what the baggy bit on the beak is called). He'd gotten tired of waiting. He was also rather reluctant to let go of my arm. The texture of the inside of a pelican's creel is not altogether unpleasant, but that pointy hooked bit on the end of its beak certainly is if you have to drag the length of your arm past it and its owner has a vice-like grip.

Interesting scar, to this day.
(lonelybadger, Fri 25 Apr 2008, 8:02, Reply)