We pull into a Flying J Truck Stop along the east coast of Florida and
get more than a tank load of diesel. We get a hearty laugh and a
pleasant, cartoonish "Hello."
We share the lot with a blue and gold macaw sitting atop a perch
connected to a little blue scooter. He's completely at ease with cars,
trucks, motor homes and people zipping past. He crawls around his
monkey bars, preens his feathers and sounds like Olive Oyl as he
I assume he's a part of the family inside the American Eagle (LOL!)
behind him, but for the duration of our stay, he was alone,
untethered, and totally at play.