| Meet Carlo, their bird. Who, apparently has never been around five wild indians before - I'm just glad he survived us. It was some thing like this, times five, all at once; "Carlo! Caio, Carlo! Hi Carlo. Carllllllllllo! Caio, Carlo. Caio!" Over, and over and over. BTW, he does say "Caio" and he does say his name with a great tongue roll. "Carlllllo". But really, I think he was shaking in his cage, feathers dropping, and begging for his cover to be on for the rest of his life - by the time we left. He was very cute and nice - and he's like 30 years old. He is Fede's mother's bird, and she's had him something like 25 years. Lucky for us - we didn't kill him off. :) |
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So awesome! At first I thought the iron worker was uncle Fede. :) Can you imagine if your boys had gotten swords from the iron worker? Holy crap. The mayhem.
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