Guacamayo.

This feisty chap was standing guard on his usual perch in the garden centre; he's chased Buster before, so today I didn't take him in (also he tends to pee on artificial Christmas trees). The bird fixed me with a gimlet eye and performed some sort of Satanic ritual claw movement, too fast to capture on teeny camera. I bought a couple of flowering plants and two stems of lucky bamboo to replace the ones which had unluckily died recently.