...we have wild parrots. Well, feral Monk Parakeets.
And they nest a few miles from where Gary and I live.
And they like to fly by our apartment once a year to annoy one of our Polish maintenance men. (Well, that's what he claims.)
Here is what I saw out my kitchen window when I came home today:
Second one is blurry - right as I stepped outside to take photos of the flock (?) of about a dozen bright green parrots, the aforementioned maintenance man shouted at the tree they were roosting in to stop them from squawking. (You can guess how well that worked.) |
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