Who would have thought you’d find the startling green of parakeets in London? I thought I saw some near Hyde Park but blamed it on the July sun. Or homesickness. But wandering through the Kyoto Gardens at Holland Park with rr, I thought I heard parakeets. I dismissed it. But as we wandered into an enclosure, there they were. Bright green with red-chilli beaks. I’ve always been fond of parrots. I have a nose like one, and there’s that relationship of empathy.
After being subjected to the utterly boring waddling walks of London pigeons, it’s a treat to see these lovely birds flying about, blithe and screechy. None of the cooing nonsense of pigeons. Just straightforward shrieking, like a million shopkeepers calling out their bargains. They were hanging onto every seed from the bird feeders. Such a sight!
I felt suddenly transported to another place. The abundance of peacocks and peahens didn’t help either. Dazzling blue, and hopping over fences. rr isn’t much fond of squirrels, but then she hasn’t seen Indian ones I think. Spunky, striped like rock stars. Despite the rain, and the ruin of white sneakers, it was a wonderful walk. This particular parrot looks almost menacing. “Touch my feed, feel my beak”. Point taken.