Macaw
Can a Macaw be considered a love bird?
A brisk wind pushed all thoughts of sitting in the park out of Danielle’s mind. The unyielding winter refused to give up it’s hold on Sacramento even though it was approaching the end of March. She wrapped her jacket tighter around her shoulders and started to walk toward her car. A flash of red, yellow and blue caught her eye, as a parrot plummeted down trying to avoid a large hawk. The parrot dove toward the ground making a two point landing right next to her. The hawk barely pulled up in time to avoid crashing into the ground. The hawk hastily swooped off when it saw her.
The macaw riffled its feathers and walked toward her. It said, “Hi cutie.” And continued toward her.
Danielle reached down and placed her arm near the bird. It hopped onto her arm and politely climbed up her coat sleeve.
“Well baby, how did you get out?”
It held tight and surveyed the sky, keeping an eye on the circling hawk.
“Bad bird.” It said.
“Yes indeed.” She smiled. This is a very clever parrot, she thought. His owner must be frantic trying to find him. “I’ll take you to my pet shop and we’ll post your picture on the internet. How’s that, handsome?”
The bird looked her directly in the eye and said, “Yes, pretty bird. My name is Roswell. R-O-S-W-E-L-L”, he spelled it out.
She opened the car door and Roswell flew in and sat on the passenger head rest.
“Is it OK if I…
