“Nelson, come back here at once,” the keeper says. The hyacinth macaw has abandoned his partner and his perch (see above), cleared the barrier and is strolling across the grass into the crowd. “Nelson, return to your perch,” the keeper says.
A toddler bursts into tears as the enormous bird approaches him. Am at the local safari park with the parentals. It’s my birthday and I’ve been dreading today – last year had the most perfect birthday with Seb, we were so happy and so on. It’s impossible to feel miserable when a disobedient hyacinth macaw is strolling across the grass in front of me though.
“Nelson, fly back to your perch,” the keeper says.
Oh, OK then, Nelson seems to say, turning his gigantic head, vaulting the barrier and flying across the grass. He sits next to his flight partner on the perch.
“Are you having a nice birthday, darling?” Mum says, as we sit on a hill eating our picnic.
“Yes, thank you,” I say. “I mean, it’s not a brilliant reflection on where I am in life: spending my thirty seventh birthday with my parents. But it’s lovely to be here and…”
“Some people your age have teenage children,” Dad says. “Are there any more egg sandwiches?”
“Let’s get the bus to the lions after lunch,” I say.
The panther’s ears prick up with the mention of his relations. You’d think he’d be interested in the maras all around us, but he’s not.
So, we see the hippos:
The attached photo is Nelson the hyacinth macaw on the grass.
Happy Sunday everyone!
*2000. By Nelson DeMille. Joe Corey detective novel, book 2.