One of my favourite things as a child was finding a feather. If I caught a glimpse of one gently gliding to the grass, well, what a beautiful, magical day that would be. The brighter the colour of the feather, the better my day went. A red feather, I automatically knew it could only be from a parrot. Green, still a parrot! I was fascinated with parrots and all brightly coloured birds. Birds were everywhere, flying around or hanging out in trees with their friends.

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