Cold Water on Warm Feathers

The afternoon of February 28th was settling heavily over Fundación Loros when Omar Enrique Berdugo Cabeza finished his feeding rounds and noticed that the parrots in aviario 2 could no longer bear the heat. He went to fetch the hose, opened the tap, and let the cold water fall over their feathers. What followed was pure joy: the birds opened themselves to the water, sought it out, celebrated it with that unmistakable uproar that parrots reserve for the things they truly love. Later, in aviario 4 — the one the team calls el bosquecito — a macaw had plans of her own. She swung from branch to branch, back and forth, with a rhythm so calm and unhurried that Omar couldn't help but draw the comparison: she was like a child on a swing, in no rush, with no purpose beyond the simple pleasure of movement. Sometimes the field offers up scenes like this — without warning, and without any need for explanation.