This route takes you along the northern edge of a narrow canyon. As you are walking along, you hear a fluttering in the sky. A wizzened old bird has crashed into a tree and is flapping weakly as if falls from the sky. You catch the poor thing in your arms. It is a prized golden parrot! It is a very old parrot. It's feathers are grey with age. Oh well, a bird in the hand is better than no bird at all.