This past weekend my dad was in town. He is thinking about moving to Arizona and wanted to take a look at Tucson. So him, the kids and I went to Tucson last Friday. There is an Ostrich Farm half way between Tucson and Phoenix and everyone that visits us gets to go. For some reason my dad has never been, even though he is our most frequent visitor.
There is more than ostriches at this farm. There is dear, burros, goats and lorikeets. Your entry fee includes a cup of feed for all the big animals, and a tiny cup with some nectar for the lorikeets.
Well, perhaps I don't love ostriches the same way I love other loving birds. Ostriches are mean, and they can bite.