Sporty Chic – Day 21
Yesterday, we took a nostalgic visit to The Parrot Jungle. It is now called, “Parrot Island” because it moved from its original location a while ago. I grew up in Miami and The Parrot Jungle’s original location was near my house. I used to ride my bike to it and watch parrots ride bikes – Athough they rode their bicycles across tight ropes. The parrots were also free to roam the skies and they would fly to the tree in our backyard and eat the berries. I would climb the tree and try to get as close as possible to these beautiful birds. They would let me get about two feet away before hopping another two feet away from me. It was a game for me and I kind of think it was a game for them too.
Emerson being lulled into a fall sense of security by the parrots…
But what I don’t remember is being bitten repeatedly by birds… and that’s exactly what happen yesterday. I saw my step-mother not once, not twice, but three times, happily approach a parrot and then shrink away, clutching her hand and yell, “Damn it!”
August, wondering why he’s just been handed a potentially dangerous animal…
And it wasn’t just the parrots – A flamingo lunged at August and bit him on the neck and then grabbed Buck by the arm and tried to pull him through the bars of the enclosure.
Buck, right before an ugly hair-pulling incident…
Fortunately, we all thought it was funny in a “When animals attack” kind of way. But I couldn’t help think it had something to do with my attire. You see, some of these parrots are the same parrots I used to climb trees with. Some of these parrots know me and have never seen me in a dress… ever… Maybe this upset their sense of order. Sometimes the people or animals in your life just don’t want you to change…
August about to be bitten while I pose for the camera…
Sometimes you just have to change and let the world deal with it…
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