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Originally Posted by Sdiver
Ahhhhh .... the Norwegian Blue, idn'it, ay? Beautiful plumage.
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It looks like a Blue and Gold Macaw to me. (Or Blue and Yellow, depending upon who you talk to.)
In the summer of '69 (sounds like the start of a song, huh?), I was working at the hotel on Walkers' Cay, Bahamas. My title was "Assistant Manager" but my job was "relief bartender" and one of my jobs was to feed Paco, the rather large, and rather grouchy Blue and Gold Macaw that lived in a cage outside the bar. (He had a tendency to bite!) He had a large vocabulary, much of it profane, but rarely talked with a lot of people around. After a few weeks, when I would bring him his meal of bird seed, banana pieces, and orange slices, he'd come over to the edge of the cage and turn his head so I could scratch the top of his head.
Flash forward 15 years to summer of '84, when I returned for the first time in 12 years... to find Paco looking just as I'd last seen him in '72. (I wish I could have said the same thing about myself.) I walked over to the cage, and put my finger up to the bars. The current bartender about crapped, but Paco came over, turned his head, and let me scratch him.
Hotel closed in 2004 after two hurricanes in one year. It's never re-opened and the whole 98 acre island - hotel, marina, airstrip, etc. is in disrepair. I often wonder what became of Paco. So sad.
I have often thought of raising a small group of "filibusterers," invading and seizing the island, declaring myself "Emperor," and fending of the gnat stings of the BDF.
Who's with me?!?!