It's a gray. Ayup. Congolese, I believe. Dusty buggers
Turns out, there was a Green Winged Macaw, there, who lost his person to pancreatic cancer, a few months back.
"Yoga," was his name. Looked, generally, like this:
Yoga is a verrrrrry good bird. We spent quite a while together. Oh, sure, he tore a chunk out of my right index finger, at first, but … I laughed.
"HAH !" I told him, "I'm FAR more worried about my power tools than I am about YOUR Beak of Death, Buddy," said I.
[Note: maybe beaks with flesh sensing technology should be mandated, by the CPSC for potential bird owners….]
Then, we became fast friends.
I don't know if Diana and I are really in a position to be good pet owners, right now-we have to decide-but … either way … it was a nice afternoon, with Yoga.
Then, we "discovered" a hole-in-the-wall WW store that's been there for 21yrs, and has everything. Original owner, old-school store. Got a 4" flanged dust port, to upgrade my RAS dust collection from Shop Vac to HF DC. Got knobs for the Shaker Hall Table, too.