I can feel eyes watching me as I pour my cereal, there is a King Parrot hanging from the awning arm and peering in the door. Before I know it he is sitting on my hand eating raw oats and nuts, my breakfast, and chatting away happily. When breakfast is over he drops a calling card on my brand new camp chair and flies off. That’s gratitude for you.
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That was your good luck omen for the day!
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Oh yeah!
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Think positive. He didn’t drop it on your head 😉
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Too true!
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Haha wonderful! 😊
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What a handsome fellow! Remember, from such little calling cards do mighty forests grow. Though not in this case, I fear.
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If he’s working on creating a forest he needs to improve his aim.
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It’s the thought that counts.
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