His face fell, he stuck his bottom lip out and he asked me why.
I asked him what he knew about macaws. He screwed up his face and eyed me suspiciously, as if I was trying to catch him out.
I asked him where macaws lived and he couldn't resist the temptation to show off how much he knew. He pointed off into the distance at the forest beyond the river. "In the forest", he said.
I asked him if he had ever seen a macaw in the forest and he nodded vigorously. I asked him how many macaws usually live together and he told me "two – they fly in pairs" (he had seen them loads of time, apparently).
I asked him macaws normally lived in hotels and he said no, as he turned to look at the solitary macaw on the rail, with a thoughtful look on his face.
I asked him where he thought the macaw might have come from. "He was taken from the forest", he said.
I asked him if he knew why I didn't want to take a photo of the bird and he thought for a moment. Then in a decisive voice, said: "Because then people will think it's ok to take animals from the forest, and it's not, is it?"