Green flying free

It came through again this morning, a flash of bright green swooshing past the living room picture window.

Sunday I had been sitting on the windowsill, knitting the second sleeve of Miriam’s sweater when I first spotted the green parrot that has been cruising around on our terrace roof. I had strewn some futter and sat with my camera at the ready. The dog, of course went nuts. Not because of the birds, but because she could see a potential snack from the dining room door that she could not reach. The parrot is a ring-neck and one of the best amateur pictures ,along with comments, can be found at here on a blog from Tokyo.

The issue of feral parrots is not new. There is a website even devoted to the Free parrot. What is unusual in this climate is how well they are doing considering that none of the birds are native to Europe. Most seem to have either engineered an escape from domesticity, or were let loose by their owners when they proved too much trouble. Colorful, bright and aggressive, this wily bird managed to drive off pigeons and sparrows to hit the feed.

 But it was gone before I could get outside with the camera.




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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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