Randy and I spent the day with my friend Karin's daughter Debbie and her husband John in Bonita Springs. Deb and John have exotic birds at their Florida home and Randy and I were introduced to them. One of the birds had an amazing vocabulary, it even sounded human when it was mumbling to itself. Deb insisted that I get into the large cage with it after telling me "Ruby" could be unpredictable. Against my better judgement, I stepped into the cage to get some photos and while clicking away, I swear I heard this bird say: mumble, mumble, bite it's arm, mumble, grumble, mumble, snatch out it's eyes, mumble, grumble, grumble, steal it's camera. As I was quickly exiting the cage, I know it said: mumble, mumble, missed my chance. The bird Debbie was holding was friendlier and she thought maybe I would like to have it walk all over my body. I saw those scars on Deb's arms and thought to myself, I know the chemo I am on only lowers your white count slightly, but I am NOT risking some exotic birdy disease for the chance to have this thing perch on my arm.
We had a great visit with Deb and John. I hadn't seen Debbie in years and really enjoyed catching up with her and meeting John. We got back to Casa Airstream a little late because we overshot our exit on I 75 by about 40 miles. (Randy was really happy about that) It was nice to find my cozy little bed waiting and that is why I am writing the post on Thursday morning.
Hey Jackie, The bird story is really funny! My friend Phyllis, who also lives in Florida, raises exotic bids, and when I'd visit her, that's exactly the way I felt about them--cool to look at but from a nice, safe distance. I'm sure that bird in the cage was sorry it hadn't got a chance to pluck your eyes out.
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