Scenes from a baby shower that caught my eyes …
… footprints across balloons …
… floating giraffes …
… beaded sandals …
… beanie babies and their babies …
… neon green nails and a butterfly ring …
… and Jethro …
… listening attentively … and picking his cage lock … yes, a padlock.
Clever bird knows how to open up the latch on his cage, so now he’s permanently locked in. Poor bird.
That’s what I think he’s asking me, as I stood there and took pictures of him.
His name is Gucci, he’s 30 years old, and he’s a hyacinth macaw. He lives in an exotic bird store that we passed by on our drive to the soccer game last weekend. My husband is the bird lover – he had a blue and gold macaw and an orange-naped Amazon back home. Plus countless other birds, big and small. So we had to stop and take a look inside.
There were other birds in the store, but they were inside cages. I tried to take pictures of them, but they didn’t come out too good. Gucci was the only one outside on a perch, so even though he didn’t sit still long enough, I still got some decent shots of him.
Out of all the birds that my husband has introduced me to, this is my favorite. I just love that deep blue-almost purple color. He’s a pretty bird, isn’t he.
