| In the morning after breakfast in the lodge dinning | | | | Several faces looked at Evens, about thirty-feet away, |
| room, Chick Evens and his wife, Delilah, moved out to | | | | folks playing checkers, reading books, and having loose |
| the open air patio, where there were three hammocks, | | | | conversations, they gave him a 'shame on you,' look. |
| they were deep inside the Amazon, one hundred and | | | | "Shoo," yelped Evens, but the bird insisted on staying. |
| twenty five miles from, Iquitos, Peru, it was the month | | | | The feathers on the bird's throat, stood out now, it |
| of March, of 2001, their first anniversary. | | | | was war, or at least a battle to be. |
| He had slept well, was looking fresh and wholesome, | | | | The Tucan came around towards Evens' hand he let it |
| for his past middle age appearance. He picked up a | | | | loose, dangle over the hammock, and when the bird |
| magazine as he slipped over and into the loose and | | | | came to bite it, he grabbed his beak, and shook the |
| dangling hammock, constantly looking about for Big | | | | bird, and let him go, and the folks now had turned to |
| Beak, the Tucan mischievous bird. Although it had a | | | | look at the American that was beating up on the poor |
| colorful beak, and was a large and beautiful looking | | | | helpless Tucan, but Evens paid them little to no |
| bird, it was a pest at best, a provoking menace at | | | | attention, his thoughts were on the bird. |
| worse, that had attacked Mr. Evens two days in a | | | | The bird was now madder than a hornet, and |
| row, but was the lodge's mascot, an icon of sorts. | | | | attacked Mr. Evens, trying to reach him, and Mr. Evens |
| He was, the Tucan, simply an attention seeker among | | | | gave the bird a good swat, and that stopped his |
| the people of the lodge, and Evans did not allocate any | | | | onward thrust, and Evens took that as a victory. But |
| of his time, nor wish to accommodate the bird with | | | | the onlookers were starting to get restless. |
| any of his time, thus, avoiding giving any attention at all | | | | For several minutes the bird circled under the |
| to the bird, whom he called the Beast-bird, or the | | | | hammock, devising his plan of attack or retreat. |
| Bird-beast, and this annoyed the Tucan. | | | | "Have you and the bird got over your squabbling yet?" |
| This was his third day at the lodge, and he'd be leaving | | | | asked Delilah. |
| tomorrow, and he was hoping to lay back and enjoy | | | | "Very funny," responded her husband, "too bad he |
| the rest of the morning, when Big Beak arrived, | | | | doesn't go over there to visit you." |
| another nickname, Evans bestowed upon the bird, | | | | Evens was now talking to the bird, as if it was a deaf, |
| shaking his feathers in the sunlit heated morning, under | | | | child, "Read my lips," he said, "go away, leave me |
| the shadow of his hammock. | | | | alone." |
| The Tucan then started making noises under the | | | | "You simply should not pay the bird any attention, and it |
| hammock, if they had anything in common, it wasn't | | | | will go away, be nice to the bird and off she'll fly to visit |
| this, it annoyed Evens; although the one thing they did | | | | someone else." said Delilah. |
| have in common was the sun, the fresh air, but not the | | | | "I'm tired being nice to this bird-beast, I don't want to be |
| sight of each other. | | | | nice, I want it dead or gone out of my life." |
| "Here he goes again, with them confounded weird | | | | "Don't talk like that, if people hear you they'll kick us out |
| noises," said Chick to his wife. | | | | of here," said Delilah, adding "she's not going to eat you |
| The Tucan moved down towards the end of the | | | | up." |
| hammock, and with its long stretched out, hard boned | | | | "I've tried hard to be its friend, I've come to the |
| beak, he grabbed a hold of Chick's toe, it was hanging | | | | conclusion, no American can make a Peruvian Tucan |
| over he hammock, and he wouldn't let go, until Chick | | | | happy, no matter what." |
| took a swat at him, missed him with his round folded | | | | "No," said Delilah, "you got to be more patient like us |
| up magazine by no more than an inch, which only | | | | Peruvians." |
| enticed the bird-beast to play more games to get | | | | Written 2-13-2009. Dedicated to Rosa. |
| more attention. | | | | |