. . . why fly when one has a chauffeur?

cec1

Senior Insider
Spotted in St. Jean this afternoon!
IMG_5484.jpeg

IMG_5485.jpeg


It was REAL! In slow traffic, I could hear the bird talking with passing pedestrians (it sounded like French!).
 
Last edited:
This guy (the bird, not the kid...) decided to drive, apparently, rather than let the chauffeur drive! It's what we found one day when leaving our villa to go somewhere. BTW, the 8-year-old boy in the pic (our son) is now 41 and the father of twins! From the coloration, I wonder if it could be the same parrot, 30+ years later???
2494443-22P-010.jpg
 
This guy (the bird, not the kid...) decided to drive, apparently, rather than let the chauffeur drive! It's what we found one day when leaving our villa to go somewhere. BTW, the 8-year-old boy in the pic (our son) is now 41 and the father of twins! From the coloration, I wonder if it could be the same parrot, 30+ years later???
View attachment 71892
Such a great & memorable photo! I read that large parrots live 50 years or more . . . so could be the very same one! It clearly was domesticated & not interested in leaving its perch. Also chatty with passers-by!
 
That Flying Fortress attacked mt new Nikon camera while I trying to get his picture at the old Tamarin.

He was teaching his baby basic parrot flying skills and I must have looked threatening with the telephoto lens mounted on the camera.

Lots of pictures shot that day.

After lunch we gifted him our wine cork and Claude the waiter passed it up to him in the rafter.

Happy memory and thanks for posting.
 
That Flying Fortress attacked mt new Nikon camera while I trying to get his picture at the old Tamarin.

He was teaching his baby basic parrot flying skills and I must have looked threatening with the telephoto lens mounted on the camera.

Lots of pictures shot that day.

After lunch we gifted him our wine cork and Claude the waiter passed it up to him in the rafter.

Happy memory and thanks for posting.
Great story! (That bird was a hostile force!)
 
We were attacked many years ago by the red Flying fortress. He was on a post near Tamarin. We stopped to look at him and I tried to imitate him. That didn't go well. He charged at us in our car with no roof until the entrance of Saline beach. We felt like in a Hitchcock movie!!! Apparently, the parrots were owned by Boubou or Carole we were told.
 
A pair of noisy screeching parrots were present at one of Francois Plantation’s incarnations. Not happy listening to that racket for a sophisticated lunch experience. The furniture was however quite lovely.
 
Top