
When I first spotted these two creatures off by themselves on the far end of the playground, I knew we were in for a treat. I grabbed Sam and we were off.
Rarely do you encounter gorillas at a city park. I suppose that highschool kids dressed up as gorillas are a bit more common, but no less weird. These two weren't just wearing costumes, they were lumbering around on their knuckles and playing on tree trunks that were nearly parallel to the ground.
About fifteen minutes later, we saw a man riding around the park on his mountain bike with a cockatoo on his shoulder. The large white bird's flight feathers had been clipped but the bird was not tethered or fastened to the man in any way. It reminded me of a construction worker's happy-go-lucky dog that stands precariously close to the edge, on top of the tool box, in the back of the pickup truck, in too deep a bliss to realize its owner is just one bump away from needing a replacement at the pet store. Before we had a chance to ask many questions the cockatoo man was telling us all kinds of interesting tidbits about his companion. You know, stuff like the bird trashes the house when left alone outside of its cage and that he's chewed on the brake cables of the bike and that he's even shredded and rolled around in an unattended hamburger from Wendy's. The cockatoo man wanted to let us know that he was more than a little skeptical of the veterinarian's prescribed method for getting the grease out of the feathers.
Both the gorilla guys and the cockatoo man were more than happy to stop what they were doing when they noticed little kids approaching them. In fact, they almost seemed prepared for the show, like a zoo employee getting reading for the next crowd. You could almost hear them sticking to a script in their responses. Having eccentric interests myself, I have some understanding of this. When I walk the llamas down main street in Farmington I can tell you with 95% accuracy what 5 questions I'll be asked. ("Why again, do you have llamas?", "Do they really spit?", and "Tell me one more time, is there a reason you have the llamas?" being the chief three.) But the degree to which these guys seek out people to gawk at them and parade their oddness, even makes me look mainstream.
In conclusion, I like people that see themselves fulfilling some noble civic duty by dressing up as gorillas or letting a cockatoo ride shotgun with them on their bike for the sake of the kids at the park.