On one of our small trips out of town this week, we stopped at the Tourist Information place and asked them what there was to see during the couple of hours we had available. They suggested we visit a Parrot House - a local attraction where there were 700 parrots of a considerable number of species on display. So off we went and eventually arrived at the facility, which looked like a fairly large manufacturing building. It was soon obvious that there were indeed a lot of parrots in the place, because the girl at the reception desk offered us the use of hearing protectors (which we bravely refused despite the raucous cries of the 700 parrots). The main sections were large wire cages with all the parrots inside, a lot of whom rushed to the wire with cries of "hello" as we passed by. At the extreme end of the place was an area where parrots were loose and sitting around on the cages, shelves and even wandering around on the floor. Very soon, we were each selected by one of the inhabitants who sat on our shoulders, peered around to our faces saying "hallooo" and grabbing on to coat buttons, necklaces, camera straps, loose hair and whatever else was available. But, getting them off us was a BIG PROBLEM, resulting in wrestling matches between parrot and human, bad language, bad feelings for all concerned, a painful bite on my finger, a severe bite to my wife's ear, blood all over the place, two angry parrots and two very unhappy visitors! If you have someone you don't like very much, why not give them tickets to a Parrot House?
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