Fauna
The other day I spotted an emerald green parakeet chilling in my plum tree. Brilliantly vibrant against the purple and light blue sky. Must be someone’s pet, although the only lost pet signs I’ve seen on telephone poles are for cats.
How do you catch a parakeet?
Maybe you don’t. Maybe it’s earned the freedom to sit a dozen feet off the ground in a plum tree, with the local grey finches a few branches away, curiously eyeing this visitor to their neighborhood.
I hope it makes a new life for itself in Mexico.
