The little boats dodge the floating tree-trucks as they seem to hurtle down the river carried by the current. It’s still the rainy season and the mud filled river is bloated.
Unfortunately the Macaw wasn’t wild. It was the pet of an old man who lived in a small farm up along the river. The old man said he was 94 but was it 49 and a hard life? He lived alone; his wife and son had died. The son was killed by a venomous snake which bit him whilst he was harvesting Brazil nuts.
I was told that the macaw’s beak could easily break a finger if you were incautious enough to let it get near to your hand.
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