A we wandered south we came across a couple of proud hunters. I turned around to talk to them and find out what you do with a green parrot after you bag it.
The kid that had shot it with his 177 pellet gun was very proud. I asked him what he planned to do with it. He made motions of plucking it and gutting it. I then asked him if it would be dinner, and he nodded, yes.
I took their picture and asked for their email. They didn't have one, but then had the idea to give me the email for their school. Just then the dad came out of the house and yelled at them. They dropped the pen and ran off. Whatever he said, it translated to get away from that guy, don't give him anything and get in here with that parrot.