Rennie69 - yah - let's touch base later.
Yes, I thought the Scrub-a-Dub poster was provocative, but no I won’t be attending. I’ll leave comments as to the details of the place to people who have recent experience with it. However, I will share that recently I was advised not to go there. Not that I was considering it, or anything like that. I'm just sayin’
Check this out as a view for a morning coffee . . . . . Not bad, EH? This is the upper deck at Swordfish.
So, continuing my walk from the last posting . . . .
I continue on a little bit and turn in at White Sands, I want to check in on a new friend, named Dude, that I met there last year.
Francis, the manager at White Sands, raises a pair of breeding Macaws; Tiki and Sinbad. Last year, before we arrived, Tiki hatched a baby; Francis named it Dude. I made friends with Dude. I visited him (or her, we’re not sure) twice a day for a month. I talked to him, tried to teach him to say ‘Leafs suck’, scratched his neck, fed him and taught him to jump up onto my wrist. I really came to like the little guy. I would call out his name as I approached his cage and he would come over to meet me, squawking a greeting.
Here's The Dude - picture taken last year.
So I cut through the beach side part of the property, cross the road and walk into the office to say hi to Francis, but he’s out. I walk over the parrot cages and stop in front of the big cage that houses Tiki and Sinbad. They are both there, perched on a thick branch that spans most of the cage. I look at them and say ‘Hello’, ‘Hello’. But they just stare back at me. I take the hint and move on to The Dude’s cage. He has one to himself. I call out his name as I approach. He’s at the far end of the cage, but hears me and starts hopping over to me. He squawked a couple of time. Dude loves to have the feathers on his neck rubbed, so I put my hand through the little opening in the door. Dude makes one last hop to arrive at the door. He snaps his head at me and bites my finger. Hard. I yank my hand back out of the cage.
Parrots, even a one year old, have very strong beaks.
Obviously, the Dude doesn’t remember me. I talk to him a little longer but he doesn’t warm up to me; just stalks back and forth in his cage, maybe hoping for another shot at my finger. I’ll have to work on him when we move down to the beach.
I head back out to the road and as I pass Tiki and Sinbad’s cage I wave a hand and say ‘Bye’. One of them, probably Sinbad, screeches an extremely loud and parroty ‘BYE’ at me as I leave.
Myrna's store, with Maureen's Sunnyside bar to the left, mostly hidden by the almond tree.
Yesterday afternoon, late, we got trapped at the Corner Bar in a big downpour. Had beer and festival while waiting it out.
