It was early – I was the only person on the street and the trees were scarlet against a blue after-rain sky. There were parrots.
Trees full of them.
Parrots aren’t unusual for my neighborhood since I live near several known roost places in Temple City. The last count I heard from the Pasadena Audubon Society is something like 1500-2000 of them in the area.
However, on this morning four to five different trees had separate flocks of parrots, roughly in groups of 75-100 birds. As I walked down the street, one tree load of parrots would move to a different tree as they chattered noisily. A few seconds later, another tree of parrots would shift trees.
On grassy front yards, there were 20-25 crows, which would occasionally shift to a different yard. The crows and parrots seemed to be indifferent to each other, but the crows would occasionally caw and the parrots would chatter. Some of the parrots flew quite low, even with my cheeks – sometimes only an arm’s length away.
It was strangely exhilarating.
There’s a haiku here somewhere, but I haven’t figured out how to write it yet.