When we first walked into the gate of the Scottish festival, they had these pens of Golden Eagles. I am pretty sure they said eagles, and not hawks. Anyway, I thought they were awesome looking, so I grabbed a few photos.
Now this little one I could have stuck in my pocket and taken home. He was too cute for words in person, and stared right back at you like “What? Can’t you see I am just sitting here looking cute?”
I want one.
See? I want one!
In some weird way he reminded me of my brother’s African Grey parrot Willy. Maybe because he was about the same size or something, but man…I needed some cuddle time with this bird. I had to force myself to walk away.
And because of my rapture in staring at him, I never heard why they were even there. I guess I missed my history lesson that day.