Blue Parrot Lake Norman Novels & Stories

Ella was in the habit of sitting beside the lake during the day when Clara was out for work and there was nobody else to give her company. She just enjoyed the nature. It was something rare for her in the Emerald City, where there was little greenery and what one could see were skyscrapers instead of nature. The chirping of the birds and the rustling of the leaves were like music to her ears. There were various species of birds all around. The swans floating on the lake seemed to be a picturesque sight. The flamingoes, hummingbirds, sparrows, parrots, kingfishers, and hornbills were a feast for her eyes. It had become her favorite hobby to click on their pictures. She thought that she would

The parrot chirped happily. Nolan wanted to defeather it then and there. Maisie laughed and turned back to look at Nolan. “Why are you annoyed by a parrot?” He rested his chin on her shoulder and leaned in. “It’s a male parrot.” Maisie was rendered speechless. Daisie and Colton looked at each other. They had lost their appetite. … As the night grew dark, the neon lights of Bassburgh Harbor lit up from the south to the north. The lights blinked and shone into the car windows.

The afternoon was more of the same until Enoch would come to fetch them at 4:30 and take them to Long Beach. One afternoon they let Enoch convince them to see the National Trust Parrot Preserve, a 180-acre preserve across the island from north to south which was established to protect the endangered Cayman Brac Parrot, distinctive with its emerald coat, the white ring around its eyes, and the white forehead. Cayman Brac is the only place in the world where they exist now, the colony on Little Cayman having been totally destroyed after a 1932 hurricane that blew down all of the trees suitable for nesting. There was a nice, 2-mile, maintained walking trail through the preserve and they were ab

the chef smiled before going back to the cooking. “Magamo… Kohakucho?” Jai looked at Darrion in questioning look. Darrion nodded. “Yep. That’s the one. It’s kinda hard to pronounce, so I just call it Lake Town,” the blonde laughed. “They call the village… Uhh… Duck… And…” “Mallard and Tundra Swan,” the young man corrected. “The name was taken from the many Mallards and many Tundra Swans cultivated in the area before the war. It was called Droris Lake Town before. Droris is the name of the lake.”

The air itself tasted like something waiting to happen. Alaric and I led the group toward the lakeside, riding ahead while Norma and Anita followed behind in the second carriage, both loudly complaining as usual. “I swear,” Norma huffed as she leapt down from the cart, her cloak snagging on a root. “If a giant fish tries to eat me today, I am quitting.” “I told you,” Anita said, adjusting her belt with a dagger tucked into it. “The last lake monster we saw was just a mutated carp.”

I looked in front of me and saw a scarlet macaw parrot caged in a spacious cage with chewable toys surrounding it. The parrot was almost identical to Jim, with most of its body in bright red with a blue back, yellow markings on the upper wing, and a light blue tail. There was a tag engraved on Jim, dangling from its neck. I screamed really loudly in excitement and jumped with joy and excitement. I jumped onto Dylan, straddling him, and I kissed his face over and over again. "Thank you very much, honey." I thanked him sincerely, kissing his nose.

Beyond it is another world entirely, void of all the wealth and luxury and grandiosity, but full of life. My lips part in awe at the clear lake shimmering before me, the surface reflecting the pale blue sky. Around it is a riot of colorful flowers I can’t name, bursting in splashes of purple, yellow and deep crimson. I run through it, spreading my hands out to feel the petals at the tip of my fingers, the scent of flowers filling my lungs. Who would have thought Nero has a gem like this at his backyard? A flash of color catches my eye and it’s dove near the water’s edge, pecking at something in the grass. Its feathers is a mix of green, brown, and gold.

"There's more trail to explore before it gets too late." I took his hand, letting him pull me up. We continued along the path, the canopy growing denser overhead. Sunlight filtered through in scattered beams, painting everything gold. "Look," Alexander pointed upward. "Green parrot. Native to the island." I followed his gesture, spotting a brilliant green bird perched on a high branch. "It's beautiful." "Cayman parrots. Endangered species. There's a preservation program trying to protect them." "How do you know that?"

"With its deep blue feathers, yellow orbital ring, and yellow stripe on its lower mandible, it's not only the largest parrot in the world but also one of the most eye-catching. It eats fruits from a select number of-" "If we bring it back to the States, do you think we can teach it to talk?" Max interrupts Cruz's speech, resting his chin on my shoulder as he whispers in my ear. "Let's name it 'Coco' if it's a girl and 'Tweety' if it's a boy."

Maybe my mind got a bit carried away, and made the whole thing up? We pulled into the parking lot of our high school. We only had one high school in our town. Jasper was a small town in Alberta, Canada. It was nestled in the middle of a national park. The skyline was delicately held by stunning glacier mountains, and there were five beautiful lakes. Each lake was a different shade of color, going from a turquoise blue to an aqua green, and the water was crystal clear. The woods were lush and were home to many different animals like, Elk, Deer, Moose, Big horned Sheep and Mountain Goats. It was a gorgeous place to live and raise children.