During half term we visited the local animal rescue sanctuary (blue skies for once) with some of P's friends.
We listened to a demonstration about their work with rescued dogs. P decided that the dog for her was an enormous Rottweiler! I don't think she would have been so brave if there wasn't the glass between her and him. (P is usually very scared of dogs)
After studying all the parrots P decided that the one for her was . . . .
This one with no feathers on his front. Still, I quite liked him too, he came rushing up to us, climbed down the bars as close as he could and put his head against the bars for us to stroke. Still, I don't fancy a reputation as a collector of bald animals, we already have a chicken with no feathers on its rear (never grew back after moulting), a dog with hair that comes and goes (mystery allergy) and an ancient black cat which is beginning to show definite signs of fur thinning.
Yet again the kids favourite part of the day. The play park at the end.
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