Parrot Redux

About a month ago, we were visited by a little green parrot. He seemed to like our company and spent quite a lot of time squawking at us and generally being as curious about us as we were about him.

About a week or so after that last parrot post, "Fenway" (as we named him--aka the green monster, if you are a Red Sox fan), we no longer heard the familiar squawk of our little green friend. A neighbor told me that "Fenway" (his actual name is "Papaya" found his way to his original owners after being 'on the lam' for something like 9 months. We were sad to lose our friend, but pleased that he was safe.

Then on saturday morning, we had another avian visitor to our yard. The hawk was far less entertaining than the parrot, with sharper beak and claws. I was glad the parrot was in a safe place, lest he become hawk food.

Not 2 hours later, we heard a familiar squawk in the yard. Hopping around just beneath the same tree where the red-tailed hawk had dismembered a small bird that morning, was the parrot.

My son went to give him some nuts and he hopped on his arm and up to his shoulder. The bird's flight feathers had been trimmed and I have no idea how he managed to make another break for freedom, but he was back. And now unable to fly effectively should the hawk return for lunch.

We didn't know how to contact the parrot's owner, and we are not really set up to house a parrot, so I contacted Foster parrots, a local rescue organization.

They were quite gracious and agreed to come and pick up our little friend (now I know he is a Quaker parrot, the same species that lives in a huge flock in Brooklyn NY.)

We miss the little guy.