In August 2004, Beryl, my Mother-in Law's Mynar Bird died. He was called Bruce as his previous ownner was an Australian Opel Miner, but we called him Dan Dan the dirty old man Because of his bad language and after an incident involving the leader of a local prayer group who was a friend of Beryl's. Apparently when Bruce saw this lady he said in his best Aussie accent. ' Hiya Sheila. Drop them you've pulled.' Anyway I digress. Beryl was understandably very upset so I suggested I get her a replacement. She agreed but wanted something different and fluffy.' Try as I might I could not find anything that fitted this description until returning from a trip to the Red Kite Centre in Wales. I had stopped for some petrol in the village of Ysppty Ystwyth, and opposite the petrol station was a premises signed up as 'Dai's Exotic Pets.' The shop was very dark and it was difficult to see through the windows, So I went in and could just about make out lots of tanks full of reptiles insects and spiders. There were no birds and no one behind the counter. As I went to leave I spotted a large 4' square metal cage on te floor behind the door which contained the uglist looking bird I had ever seen. Bald Head, evil eye and a large hooked beak a bit like Beryl actually. The owner of the shop then appeared and I asked how much it was. 'Nothing .' he said. Somebody had apparently dumped it on his door step with a note and a list of instuctions for feeding. So off I went with this bird in the cage on the back seat. I then called in to Beryl's on the way home and much to my surprise she was over the moon and immmediately called it 'Fluffy because of the feathers that sprouted out from round its' neck. I gave her the envelope with the note and instructions and returned to Cornwall. Three months later I had a phonecall to say that 'Fluffy' was very well, although expensive to feed because of its' meat based diet and due to its size Beryl had had to empty the old shed and get a neighbour to build a flight run of 25 feet and stocked the shed and flight area with large branches. At this point I must admit to being very puzzled and said that I would come up to see 'Fluffy' as soon as I could. In Early June of this year I had another call from Beryl to say that 'Fluffy had got out and was terrorising the local dogs, cats and people walking the streets and could I come up immediately to see if I could catch it. So up I went to her home to find this bloody great bird flying up and down her garden screeching at the top of its voice for food, which apparently Beryl gave it daily. This appeared to be any type of meat she could afford. Well to be honest I got off one picture, the one below. and legged it back home asap and I ain't been back since. However I would be grateful for an ID as it is still free and the police are rather worried about it. Best wishes Bob F.