I did not see this coming
I'm totally sick of the rainy season.
Turns out spending a week and a half 10 miles away on the northern slopes of the mountains that lie to the south of the Central Valley, where the rainy season suddenly up and (for the most part) left the day after I got there, and then returning to my home on the southern slopes of the mountains that lie to the north of the Central Valley, which are all, "Dry season? We don't need no stinkin' dry season!" about it, doesn't give you quite the "Oh, it's coming soon enough, a little more rain won't kill me" attitude you might think.
Especially when you're driving around with a parrot in the car, with the window 1/3 open to accommodate the rim of it, and it never even enters your mind that you'll be crossing climate zones on the way home.
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So, is the parrot OK?
Oh, she's fine. Actually, back when I had access to an outdoor space, I would put her out in the rain every now and then, and she would spread out her wings and lift up her feathers and all but scrub her little wingpits.
Oh good, I was worried that maybe you had a severe altitude/temperature change and she didn't make it.
Whew!
Are there monkeys close by where you live?
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