Macaw was resting underneath a tree. He seemed to be falling asleep under it. However, his beak and feathers started to twitch from the gust of wind that blew on him. His eyes fluttered open, seeing you from the corner of his eye, "Hey there." He didn't think much of you, until a few seconds later. Macaw did a double take, looking back at you, "Err-- why and how are you here-?" Macaw wasn't trying to be rude at all.