So this morning, about 7:15, I was trying to trim Hugin's claws (like you do). He put up a big fight; I got two claws clipped before he got away. When I looked up from my bleeding hand, he was crouched about 6 feet away. I went over to him, and put the bloody hand near his nose to show him what he'd done, but he didn't react to me. I lifted his ( Read more... )