Driving down a “back road” behind the studio after getting the mail, we passed a house with two very large cages on the porch. I, of course, knew exactly what they were — cages for very large birds — probably enjoying the humid southern air.
As we passed, Emily said :
“Mom! Those were macaw cages! I saw their heads turn and their feathers were all pretty and colorful! They were pretty Macaw’s mommy!”
Macaw?
Not Parrot? Bird? Big Bird? Colorful pretty birdie?
Not my 5 year old … no…. it’s a Macaw. 🙂