Sunday, July 15, 2012

Grey Bird

Lauren and I were looking for directions to Jerome. So we turned in to the visitor's center/Indian Jewelry store parking lot. In one door was a closed sign; in the other an open sign. We stared, confused, until an old cowboy walked out of the open-sign door and waved us in.

The old cowboy gave us directions and we chatted for a while in his store full of silver and turquoise and, in the corner, a large birdcage with a large grey bird trying to join the conversation. We admired his bright red tail feathers and the old cowboy walked slowly over to the grey bird, which we learned was named Grey Bird, plucked out a bright red tail feather, and brought it back to us as a gift: "Here's a Sedona memory."