Birds of a Feather

…. or Birds of the Wildlife Park

Feeling a bit shack wacky today I took off for a ramble and ended up at the nearby wildlife park which is populated by rescued birds, beasts, reptiles and tourists. Well, the tourists aren’t rescues but a today a few were odd enough that they could be put on display. Anyhow, I’ve been several times now and know where to find my favourites. The eagles are always high on my list. You can stand within six or eight feet of them.

“Sonny, look at me when I’m talking to you. You have no manners”


“Yeah well ‘Awesome‘ ends with ME and ‘Ugly‘ starts with U … just sayin'”


“I don’t know what I’m going to do with him.”

I could spend hours watching this flamboyance of flamingoes, Yes, flamboyance is the collective noun used for a group of flamingoes. Stand can also be used but it is nowhere near as much fun.

Betcha this one’s name is Tom Dooley.

But why are they always pink in paintings? I say they are way more orange than pink. Then again, their reflections are kind of pink. I’m so confused.

What colour is my tutu?

Now this bird is pink:

Pink and proud of it.


“Am I a Heron?”


“Or am I a Duck?”


“Naw, I’m just a regular old roseate spoonbill.”


“Wish I was pink or orange. How is it that we got no colour at all?”


“White is not the absence of colour but all of the colours reflected.I’m tellin’ you man, we got it all. “


♫”Red or yellow. black or white, we are precious in his sight….” ♪♪♪ “C’mon guys and gals, wake up and sing along…..”

© Judy Parsons 2019

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