In this week's tale of parrot escapades we had hoped to bring you news of Al and Sue's remarkable romance. However, so incredible and inconceivable have Monty's recent exploits been that they must be shared first...
It had been a rainy morning, as is so often the case these days on Bonaire. Monty's feathers were all wet but as rain slowed he climbed to the treetop and sat in the early rays of the rising sun. Just like his hero Nelson Mandela, Monty had not grown bitter from being "inside" but instead he had become respectful parrot, grateful for the things he had. As he sat there in the morning sun he was thankful for his freedom.
As is normal following rain the parrots were a little late getting into the swing of things that morning. In fact it was Fat Sally and her friend, The Darling who were the first to break in to song. Having been caged at the age when they were first learning calls and having not had loving parents to guide them through their adolescence, Fat Sally, The Darling and the released parrots all sounded a little different from the wild parrots. It was as if they came from London, they sounded funny! Their quirky calls were beautiful nonetheless and their unique voices rang out across the otherwise peaceful morning.
The wild parrots heard these strange voices in the distance. They responded with their fluent and melodic calls. By contrast these birds sounded like they came from North Yorkshire a lovely place in Northern England (you really should visit) where people are renowned for their sexier-than-French accents and clear annunciation. These wild parrots flew towards the release site in intrigue.
Sitting on top of the tree Monty was the first to see the four wild parrots arriving. He called out and welcomed them. They made a large loop over the release aviary and landed perfectly. There was mum, dad and their two children who were now just over a year old, the same age as Monty.
Monty looked into the soft eyes of the young girl parrot and he was instantly in love. Of course being a young male parrot he didn't really know the difference between love and lust but in that moment Monty wanted to Tango with this girl as if they were in Buenos Aries.
The wild family stayed at the aviary only briefly, they chatted a little but then quietly said they would be on their way. Monty decided he would join them. It had been several weeks since his release. He had explored the surrounding area and grown fit. This seemed like a good opportunity to spread his wings even further and see more of Bonaire. And so when the family departed Monty quickly said his goodbyes and began a new journey.
Monty first flew with the family over familiar foothills but soon he was over foreign territory. It was as if they were on a road trip all riding along on their Harley Davidsons with huge grins. In that moment Monty wished to have a Harley, if he wasn't a parrot he would have rented one from the Bonaire Motorcycle Shop and taken his new girl out for a spin.
Together the five past over houses and seemingly endless concrete. Monty couldn't understand why even in their gardens the people had cut down so many of the Bonairean trees only to replace them with worthless exotic palms and sterile white stones. Monty's raging hormones and lust for his new friend were balanced with deep sadness for what people were doing with his heritage.
Monty's pensive state was interrupted when he realised he knew where he was. He had seen these buildings before only from a difference angle. His familiarity was of course based on the fact he had looked at these very buildings endlessly, day in, day out, for many months before being given his second chance. Then a parrot called and he recognised it as his old friend Harriet who was still at LVV. Monty swerved downward and landed atop of the aviary to talk with his friends. The family turned and also joined him but being a little more cautious around human structures they stayed further away in a nearby tree.
Monty's old friends hardly recognised him at first. Then a cacophony of excitement erupted. It was an incredible sound, like a phenomenal rendition of Jimmy Hendrix's Purple Haze. The kind you might only be lucky enough to happen upon in a Jam session in a small Bonarean bar. When he explained all the things that had happened to him his friends were in awe and envious. They didn't know that one day they too would have a Second Chance.
What followed was the result of a bizarre and bewilderingly unfortunate set of co-incidences. Dear reader, the events that followed were so inconceivable that you would be forgiven for thinking they were made up. Of course this is not the case and the following description is entirely truthful.
On the previous day a flighty parrot had escaped from the aviary. The Ministry's Vet just so happened to be at LVV when Monty arrived. Seeing the parrot on the aviary the vet thought it was the afore mentioned escapee and so he opened the aviary door, thinking the bird was hungry and would return inside for food. Monty, being a friendly parrot popped inside the aviary to get closer to Harriet and the others and have a proper catch up. No sooner had he entered the aviary was the door shut behind him and only then did he realise his mistake. Spotting Monty's golden ring the vet realised Monty was who he was and not the afore mentioned escapee but by then it was too late.
Monty's freedom was gone and so to was the lovely girl parrot he had just met, for she flew off as soon as the vet arrived. How could he have been so stupid? He had endured so much on his long walk to freedom. After having tasted a life where he was free to move in three dimensions and feel the wind in his feathers he didn't want to go back to being a real estate agent. Poor Monty felt sick. He had ruined everything.
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