The identification is positive.
"Rawrrrrrrk Rawrrrrrrrrrrk!!! ... " Unusal, racuous screams down the hallway, soon after parrot Baby Picasso hears my voice. This is no scream therapy session.
"I'm here. Help! Let me out. Get me out of the prison now!" The calls are so loud and clear even for the hearing impaired.
Besides, when it come to the kiss test, Baby Picasso knows and I know my lips can never be mistaken as someone's else, right?!
Have you ever wondered what is it like dancing with gangsters? I bet you would never forget. I quickly bailed Baby Picasso out of the jail cell.
Have you ever wondered what is it like dancing with gangsters? I bet you would never forget. I quickly bailed Baby Picasso out of the jail cell.
Thanks so much everyone for emails, phone calls, love and kind regards!
After close observation of the reactions in the crowd and at home, parrot Baby Picasso has recovered greatly and is sound. It has been such an emotional roller-coaster ride for the last few days. I'm recuperating after much deprived rest wrestling with the case to gain my strength and doses of sanity back on my detour.
Many of you wrote me in disbelief about the kidnapping or parrot-napping of Baby Picasso during the Vancouver International Festival on Saturday. I was totally shocked and furious myself about what happened. Baby Picasso was enjoying the concert inside a home carrier. It is the first time in 4 years this ever happened despite my friends' watchful eyes on such beautiful day. I went to check out the Lost and Found of the Jazz Festival office near the Round House greeted by a team of very nice, friendly staff. A woman recovered her small cell phone, but a big 3 feet tall parrot in a carrier was not there. I walked back a second time only to be mistaken the scream of a kid as that of Baby Picasso, near the office.
"So where the hell is Baby Picasso?"