I stared at the movement in the grass. I inched closer. What was that? The grass seemed to be moving. One step more and the grass exploded with green wings. I stood mouth agape. Parakeets.
I watched as they dove squawking into the trees and like all parrots, disappeared. Several minutes later, first one, then another flew back to settle on the grass. They appeared to be eating or collecting grass. Could they be nesting in July? I have seen them in Florida before, and in New York, and in Punta del Este, Uruguay, but I never tire of them. Being from the northeast, they seem exotic to me.