What’s your fondest memory?
“One of my fondest memories of Barnaby was when I returned home after a trip to the Middle East and brought him a walnut in its shell, I bought it especially for him from a street vendor in Lebanon. He took the walnut from me with his beak and held it in his paw, saying in Afrikaans, ‘ Hallo, my skat.’ The next morning, he bit me on my hand! As if to say, ‘Do not bribe me with a nut. Where have you been?’”