Saturday, November 17, 2012
So today Bill and I drove down to Ft. Myers, to have lunch with two SparkFriends and their hubbies, at a lovely rooftop bistro. A good time was had by all, but I got a bit turned around as I was driving us home. I pulled over to scrutinize the directions on my iPhone, and a delightful woman who was strolling by with her parrot, name of DJ, on her shoulder, stopped to offer directions. Bill had rolled down the window, so as she was directing us back up the street, DJ hopped aboard Bill's arm, said "Hello" to me, and then proceeded on up to Bill's shoulder, where he settled in and began peering at Bill with great interest.
"He likes you, honey!" I suggested.
As you can see, Bill doesn't trust parrots one bit. Backstory: Bill and I had, years ago, witnessed an ugly incident that has put him a bit on edge about parrots. This guy with a gargantuan Amazonian blue told us, "She's my best buddy" and took her our of her cage to show us a lovely kiss, only to have his best buddy haul off and bite a chunk out of his arm. Blood everywhere. Parrot stuffed back in cage. Days later, "Do you want to buy a parrot?" DJ's owner had also told us, "We went through 10 rough years together, and I got a lot of bites on my lips and hands." Why we should have trusted DJ is beyond me, but we are trusting souls. In the end, DJ behaved himself nicely and left without a fuss when we were finished talking with his mistress. Cute, isn't he?
Only in Florida, as they say!