A Bird in a tree by George Williams
Foreword: This account is one of my youth the basic premise is truthful but much has been added to spice it up, its a short story.
As a boy living in Paraguay aged six we had a pet bird, a macaw. Its name was Paca. Paca had its own tree of average size of which she ate all the leaves and much of the bark off of . The tree was located next to my swing set. The storms in Paraguay are fierce and distribute much distruction. One night a particularly a harsh storm passed over. Our back yard had flooded and Paca was not in her familiar tree instead she was perched on a limb of a tree over one hundred feet in the air. We kept close watch in hopes of her decent. Three days past on the third she began to emit an insane scream. At the time my family was taking horseback riding lessons on the Chaca (flat dry land of Northern Paraguay). My mother asked a short muscular Paraguayan who worked in the stables to climb the tree and see if he could retrieve the bird, after some talk of payment he agreed and showed up at our house the next morning. My fathers diplomat friends desired to witness this obscure occurance so it turned into a gathering of sorts . Andresa one of our maids cooked steaks for the diplomats. The Paraguayan removed his shoes. The trees circumference was about 12 feet, rough bark, and the lowest branch was 30 feet up. The diplomats chins slowly rose as he made a slow ascent up. Paca caught wind that a pursuiter was in her midst and moved to other branches putting valiant but futile distance between her and the Paraguayan. Every few seconds the bird would scream and twist her neck helplesly. The Paraguayan was now level with the bird and closing in. A different maid Merlita brought out a bucket of beer for the diplomats. They made comments
"Oh yeah hes got it now, no where to go, that boy can climb my God."
The wives of the diplomats wish they had brought cameras and were concerned for the safety of the bird and the Paraguayan.
Paca and the Paraguayan were on the same branch now very high up. Neither could procceed any further due to the branches wain. From a contained panic Paca erupted into spastic shrills and manic flapping. The Paraguayan emmited a consisted hiss toward the bird and began speaking to her in his language. One of the diplomats made a comment about a shotgun his wife scolded him. Both maids brought out more beer for the diplomats. Paca was now sedate rocking slowly on the branch, as if to be in shock. The Paraguayan continued to speak to the bird his legs fixed comfrotably under the branch. This situation remained in this state until darkness arrived. The diplomats nor my family could see neither Paraguayan or bird so they went home.
In the morning the bird was in its familiar tree. The Paraguayan sat on our doorstep chewing Guarana waiting for his pay.