Well I woke up this morning and knew it rained all night and we had 80% chance of rain today. I was ok with that as we have not had rain in a while and really needed it. I got my umbrella and was ready to tackle the day. I saw it as a fun day of skipping in the rain.
Well I get out there in my small little sports car and the roads are flooded. I am starting to wonder if I am going to make it to my destination. Big trucks passing by and throwing rain at me and blinding my way as I slowly move along wondering if I am going to stall. I keep thinking should I turn around, but decide to keep going as I only have about 2 miles to go. I get to the gate, it is storming, roll down the window, punch the code in, roll up the window and nothing. I assume it didn’t like how fast I punched those numbers in, so here we go again. Yeah, this time the gate opens. I park and try to get out the driver’s door, oh great, the door won’t open. Apparently the handle broke. So I crawl over the stick shift to the other side, grab my big umbrella, books, phone, and am ready to tackle the torrential rain and wind. I open the door and attempt to open my umbrella. The wind and rain are fighting with me, therefore I decide to step out and try again. BIG MISTAKE! I am drenched in 2 seconds as the books go flying one way and my phone the other and I am stuck between two cars desperately trying to hang onto the umbrella.
I am sure I looked worse than this but here are some pictures I found on the internet so you could have an idea what it was like.
Well by the time I made it to the door my umbrella was broken and I looked like a drowned rat. I then proceeded to try to open the door with the key I was given. Guess what? You guessed right, it is not working. After fighting with it for about 5 minutes and finding out I have to jiggle it just right I got the door open.
After about 4 hours of work, I went out, got soaked again trying to get to the car and headed home.
When I got home, needless to say I threw that umbrella away. All I wanted is for Calgon to take me away. So I took a long hot shower and got into some dry clothes. I looked out my window and see the rains have quit and things are clearing up. Just another day in paradise!
I had the pleasure of going here last week. Uncle Sandy( whose real name is Carl Kirkconnell) founded the park in 1998. Uncle Sandy wanted a place where people could come and enjoy the birds. There is an open flight area where you can feed the birds and they will come up to you and take the peanuts out of your hand to eat. When our grand kids come to visit they love going feed the macaws.
We found out last week that Uncle Sandy has cancer and only has a week or so left to live. This has been shocking news and tough to take in. Please keep Uncle Sandy (Carl) in your prayers.
My husband, David, donates wood, steel, and what ever else he can to help maintain the park. They can use these things to build cages and perches. Some of the birds that live at the park were either abandoned or previously abused. Our goffin cockatoo (Luna) was one of the abused birds. When they received her in the park she had hardly any feathers. We feel in love with her, took her home with us and now she is one spoiled and loved bird. As a result of David’s many visits to the park, he and Uncle sandy have become good friends.
My husband, David, holding one of the Macaws in the open feeding area.
The birds were such a great sports for the camera. I think they enjoyed posing as much as I enjoyed capturing their beauty.