Coco the parrot was born in the wild and fell out of his tree during hurricane Wilma four years ago. Surviving his siblings, Coco was adopted by a homeless man who hand raised him in his car.  When the car was towed away and the man lost his refuge, Coco was given to my neighbor Bird, short for Big Bird…no relation. Bird, a talented Jamaican farmer used to help me in my garden and brought this baby parrot over to hang out from time to time. One year later while in the garden, my husband and I saw this green parrot virtually camouflaged in our tree.  When we gave it a nut he took it.  Not thinking that he was Bird’s bird, I asked around, made calls, signs, and checked with my neighbors but no one claimed him. Slowly bonding with Coco, we were flying him in a flight harness in the front yard when Bird says, I think that’s my bird. Of course we offered Coco back to his rightful owner but Bird declined. He said it looks like a different parrot.  He’s happy and clearly loves his new home.  It turns out that Coco escaped from the dark garage dungeon he was banned to by the mistress of the house, who hated this creature intensely.  So Coco is as happy as a lark, loves his digs and chose his destiny.  I would say he’s a pretty smart parrot. Coco talks a lot. Most of his patter is indistinguishable however, his tone and conviction comes clearly through in his intent. I find myself receiving some great advice from my fine feathered friend and we dialogue often.  After all, birds of a feather…

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