Mom turned 60 last weekend and we celebrated by going to Grant’s Farm. This handsome fellow was one of Grant’s exotic birds that had escaped his perch. He was landborne, and was slowly making his way towards the fence and the greedy hands of children that don’t know better than to avoid his beak of doom. Really, that beak can crush nuts, and children are all kinds of nuts. The bird was giving a staff member the fits, though, before someone gave him a ride back to his stand. Perhaps the bird had tasted human flesh before?