The bird therapy sessions, which last about half-an-hour, cost £30.

But would the bird be willing to take £30 in sunflower and pumpkin seeds instead of the cash?

Wouldn't it be a bit disconcerting to be pouring out one's heart to this macaw and, right in the middle of telling him why you hate your father so much, he lets out a squawk and takes a big ole flurpy macaw shit. I mean, parrots are constitutionally incapable of refraining from shitting for more than five minutes. But, maybe there's something symbolic there. You pour your angst into the bird, the bird digests it and shits it out in just a few minutes. Maybe they'd let you take it home and feed it to the rosebushes.

I love it when Pooka starts a thread. You know you can feel free to be just as full of shit as you want to. Come on, Pook, I'm waiting for your response with baited breadth.