All this was before I found out we didn't have any wild parrots in our part of the country anymore. Anyway, I was out looking for one. We have a pretty cool park not far from our house, and I figured there would probably be some there. Only there wasn't. Just a bunch of people playing frizbee and some kids over at the playground area. There were a few joggers moving along the blacktop walkways, too, and some old people and tots feeding pigeons. But -- like I say -- I couldn't find any parrots. None. Zippo. Nada. Then I thought maybe parrots might be shy. Afraid of people.
So, I headed out toward this clump of trees at the way back corner of the park. If I was a scared parrot, I figured that's probably where I'd head to. But by the time I got there, it was getting sort of late. Except I really wanted a parrot picture, so I went into that little stand of woods, anyway. There were lots of bushes and sticky vines to push through. But I kept on. My plan was to hide somewhere, and wait for all the the birds I scared off to to come back, again. Hey-- I knew I was making all kinds of noise in there, and I'm no idiot. Most wild things run when they hear someone coming.
I was so into getting my picture -- looking up at the branches of the farthest away trees -- I didn't even notice the ditch. Only it wasn't just a ditch, it was a creek. Before I knew it, I was tumbling down the side of the bank, smack into that middle of that thing. All by myself. And nobody in the world knew where I was...
Sheesh -- this is gonna have to be another "to be continued..." because here come the Warner sisters with their camera. Is it that late, already? Can we not do anything without putting it on film? I don't know if I want the whole world to see the first time we ever try to put a life-size tent together. But I guess we'll have to vote on that, too.
See you tomorrow.
W.K.
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