I mentioned green parrots when I first arrived. I kept hearing them squawk to one another in the lean pines outside the apartment, but I wasn’t completely convinced I was right.
I’m a novice bird watcher, so I don’t have complete faith in my bird hunches. My happiest ornithological moment was stalking the elusive kiwi at dusk on Stewart Island, New Zealand. I actually found them.
Finally, I received some validation on the green parrots when I saw them cackling through the park the other day. Now I see them every day. They zip much faster than the clunky pigeons around here, who flutter from balcony to balcony. It’s too bad I can’t get a closer look, but they blend in so well once they get nestled up in the branches.
Here’s the best picture I could find.