The Wild Parrot of Meadow Road
It’s springtime, and with springtime come singing birds. They like to start early, and we often wake up to their little morning concerts. We have a couple big trees in our yard, and the wee little birds seem to like them.
However, we have one bird that’s a little bit different: a parrot. It squawks. It clicks. It steals nuts from the squirrels. And people stop and stare at it, all day long. You can’t miss it: it’s big, with green feathers and a red beak.
We don’t know where it came from. Apparently it’s here in our neighborhood on some sort of political asylum visa.
A couple years ago someone made a movie, The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill. I ordered it, for research.
I like having a parrot for a neighbor. I’d like it to stay around.
I wonder what you feed a parrot?
April 21st, 2008 at 5:01 pm
Birdseed.
April 22nd, 2008 at 3:37 am
Good to see you writing again, BG! I enjoyed the movie, but the real experience sounds quite entertaining.
April 29th, 2008 at 5:23 am
Neph-you Bry-
You should ask my MIL, Adella, what a parrot eats as she fed a pet parrot for a long time. His name was Buddy.
Was just poking around and looking for “wandering bug” that your mom had told me about. Found it and found you.
Hugs,
aunt donnie