Parrot Eyes Lost

Parrot Eyes Lost Review

It's the end of world as they know it Surfland, Oregon: The town's Tiki Bar has closed, and it's up to fashion refugee Jackson Poe to save it. Facing small dogs gone wild and wild raptors gone wilder, it's up to he and his friends to unravel an unnatural conspiracy of greed, eaglet droppings and raccoon urine. Worse: they've only got one day to figure it out before it really is Parrot Eyes Lost.
It begins as a weekly breakfast of omelets and Explosiladas between friends in the coastal town of Surfland, Oregon, but quickly becomes far more when an eagle grabs the feathered mascot of the town's only Tiki Bar. At stake is nothing less than the future of the bar itself, threatening a fate that even a South American facist dictator could not achieve.
In the middle of it all is Jackson Poe: freelance writer and admitted purchaser of Hawaiian shirts exclusively from Goodwill. Who, following a trail of angry former neighbors and really annoying micro-dogs, soon comes to discover that whatever the eagles are up to in the circle of life, there's nothing straight about it. Teaming up with a mascot spent on observing the JFK celebration and Oliver Stone films, and an ornithologist willingly known only as ScubaPoop, saving the Tiki Bar isn't just a madder of helping the town, it may be the only way Poe gets another lunch.
Up against them, however, is someone with his own designs on Surfland activities. A Texas ex-pat, Merlin Perkins is making a business of eagles eating everything for fun and profit. A budding biologist genius warped by Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom gone horribly wrong, he's brought his own version of the Circle of Life to Surfland, and the beaches of Oregon's quirkiest town may never be the same