Death from above

First of all, let me just say that I promise to post fewer pictures of us at the zoo. Sorry. This blog should be titled "Mia Goes to the Zoo."

Anyway, we took my mom to the zoo with us, because apparently this is all we do with our friends and family. We went to the lorikeet exhibit, where you buy a little bowl of nectar and the birds land on you to eat it. Long story short, I screamed as usual. My mom: not at all.



In this picture, my mom is explaining to me why it's totally ridiculous to be afraid of the birds.


I finally agree to stop being a wimp. I open my little nectar bowl and who lands on me? This poor little guy. Where are all his feathers? My mom says he's molting. My mom, however, is a liar. We ask the zookeeper, and he said it's because this little guy isn't liked. Basically, other birds beat him up. Notice in this photo that while I'm feeling sorry for this poor bird, another bird flies in to attack him!


The attack continues! I'm petrified!


The beat up bird eventually gives up and flies away, so I'm stuck with the bully bird, who I'm pretty sure gave me the you're next look.



We left the lorikeets before someone died and went on to enjoy other parts of the zoo.

It was a long day for Mia. And grandma.