Who’s a naughty boy, then?
TOWN MOUSE’S encounter with a macaw (May 17) brought to mind my own in the late 1970s. Accompanying my husband on a work trip, we stayed in Bourton-onthe-water in Gloucestershire and visited the bird garden there. Just inside the entrance, we were much taken by a macaw and stopped to admire it.
I was wearing a new coat I had recently made and the bird was attracted not by our attempts to get it to talk, but by the gold trim on the red buttons. It stretched forward and neatly detached one, which it proceeded to chew, rejecting it as inedible once it had destroyed the shank.
Annoyed that I hadn’t thought to purchase a spare, I was in Cheltenham the following day and was most surprised to find an exact copy in a basket of oddments at a haberdashery— a truly serendipitous moment. Vera Johnson, by email