|Posted on January 28, 2013 at 10:30 AM|
Today, I counted 21 wild parrots on my neighbor's maple tree. I meet the wild flock up close during the last week of our year in Pasadena. We are moving to Highland Park. The parrots' screaming voices wake you up in the morning like a noisy dream. In the afternoon, you hear them again, but it's more of a yearning to get home, wherever that maybe. They remind of me of the crows in Japan and how my mother used to sing crow song whenever she saw a flock.
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