My father has been a breeder of rare color mutations of Australian parrots since long before I was born. Growing up, I never lived in a home that did not feature extensive planted aviaries and I often wondered why his birds sometimes received the preferential treatment. Then, a few years ago when he was excitedly dragging me out to see the latest hatchlings, I happened to pick up some of the feathers at my feet. Upon closer inspection, I finally began to appreciate what has thrilled him all these years. My love for birds - and our relationship - has grown since as I've educated myself enough to be able to share in his passion. I've got a long ways to go to catch up to him, but in the mean time - here's to you, Dad.