The sound came again. This time it sounded like a crow with too much trill.
I looked up at the almost completely denuded maple tree and saw three green-cheeked parrots sitting on the top-most branches. Another sat on a palm tree across the street.

It laughed.
One of the three in the maple laughed back.
Parrots.
In the wild.
In Southern California.
Who knew?
Apparently someone did. I found on the Internet the California Parrot Project, at natureali.org/parrot_project/Parrot_Project.html. It is a study of the “naturalization” of parrots into the wild “urban jungles” of Southern California. Imagine that.

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