Just a Second

The parents were large always colorful and Skitas favorite creatures or bird.  She would hold them by their big claws hooked around her forearms.  There was a large outdoor birdcage in her resort property in some part of Mexico where Skita was married.

The long beeks and claws could take a toe off.  A finger could be nipped off by the parrots nature when least expected. I wouldnt want to hold one of those fruit loop birds.

Courage, curiosity, exploration, and discovery were phenomenal gifts human nature possessed and the mystery of each second those tropical island feathery fellas brought to people only kept me several feet further than my usual walking line.

Ive seen parrots in the Chicago north spot of Damen and Lincoln St. three of them and I asked how much do the parrots cost?  $600_800.00. And then I asked how long do they live?  70 years if I recall.  Or 700 yeArs one of the two and then it dawned on me that Skita and my grandma had a parrot, red,greed,yellow sunflower eating thing named Loretta.

Loretta set such a mark such an impression on us we still talk if her today as a part of our family.  She screached alot and didnt talk not really.  And so impressionable I am, I appreciate all Skitas pictures if her and parrots wherever she would vacation as a favor to Loretta a dearly loved emblem of exotic wonder, love, and unique normalty once in childhood where youth and innocence were once salvation to a fast life of the working race aging, and aching away.

2016 at the lake county fair I couldnt get myself to give more than a few seconds to Skitas joy in parrots.  As she cozied up to take a snap shot of a parrot on her arm these owners wouldn't allow her to move them and that said, she could only have a snapshot next to these exotic creatures of God on their pegs.

Maybe because of our new children is why my world ,her,world took a new direction into motherhood of our own maybe not.  It could have been an instinct a new direction of caution and know how as newborns were now in our own levels of survival and life as we once knew it bamboozled present and future.  Maybe I needed to give one more second to the moment of truth before turning away for tradition or and honor.