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Urban Parrots

There’s nothing more boring than reading about someone’s dreams. With that said, I’ve been having some real strange ones. They’re filled with beautiful light. The world looks like its shot in HDR. Unfortunately I haven’t been able to figure out how to download the photos I’ve taken there, onto my computer here. Like the shot I took last night of a hydrogen bomb test somewhere north of Philly. Although I still question the government’s new designated detonation area, the shot came out great.

Or the flock of parrots I saw flying around center city. I didn’t have my camera, but those photos would have been great.

Until I can get that dream-shot, here are several tales of real urban parrots:

Most famous are the Parrots of Brooklyn. Somehow, some way, colonies of Argentinean parrots have established themselves in NYC. Theories range from overturned parrot-carrying trucks to a great airport escape 1967. Federally backed eradication efforts have been unsuccessful in quelling the parrot menace, and several colonies still exist.

Then there was the lone parrot of Mt. Airy. This solitary representative of its species made do by joining up with a flock of pigeons. It hasn’t been spotted in years and is assumed captured or dead.

Escaped parrots crop up here and there around the city. A friend once saw one hanging out down at Penns Landing. Just yesterday, a post of phillyskyline told of an escaped cockatiel in West Philly. I recommend that Melissa try looking for Sport wherever pigeons may congregate. Maybe Clark Park or under the el tracks?

That’s all for now.