A troupe of wild parrots make the - over the back fence neighbor's tree - a favorite location to settle for a spell. It's never a long visit. They seem argumentative and capricious. Mexican Red Heads, I hear. A solo squak quickly becomes a chorus of madcap shrieks, and the Pecan tree is left bare once again as they peal off in a semi-uniform school. The parrot's activities are nothing elegant, yet if you're in the market for raucous slapstick they're a welcomed interruption to that work-a-day sky. Jim Staub
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