307 THE LETTER F

I found this feathered friend at the local nursery and he agreed to pose for a few frames.  His entire vocabulary consisted of ‘hello’ and a friendly wolf whistle that always managed to get him some attention.  I feared for my finger as I tentatively petted him through the bars, but he had a gentle nature despite the size of his beak.  He has been hand raised from a fledgling and would struggle to survive if given his freedom.