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We have seen the legendary wild parrots of Brooklyn, and I can put them on my lifelist!
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cattitude and I have spent a good afternoon with roadnotes and baldanders, drinking tea and nibbling chocolate and olives and cheese and ginger snaps and talking about musical theater and health stuff and life and people. The subway was being a bit difficult (no D along the section that would have been useful to us, no L ditto), and I had to climb stairs at Roadnotes and Baldanders's station, but we are home now, and the L not being available led to us getting a well-timed dinner at a diner on University Place in the Village, so that's all right.
The legendary wild parrots are an established feral population of monk parakeets; the ones we saw are living in Greenwood Cemetery and in an electrical substation across the street from the cemetery. The cemetery for the usual appeal of trees and grass, and the electrical substation is warm year-round, and has flat surfaces they can build nests on. (There are a few other groups of these birds elsewhere in and near New York City—and 100,000 or so in Florida. They are native to the Caribbean, and this climate is marginal at best for them if they don't find an electrical substation or, I suppose, a poorly insulated rooftop.)
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cattitude and I have spent a good afternoon with roadnotes and baldanders, drinking tea and nibbling chocolate and olives and cheese and ginger snaps and talking about musical theater and health stuff and life and people. The subway was being a bit difficult (no D along the section that would have been useful to us, no L ditto), and I had to climb stairs at Roadnotes and Baldanders's station, but we are home now, and the L not being available led to us getting a well-timed dinner at a diner on University Place in the Village, so that's all right.The legendary wild parrots are an established feral population of monk parakeets; the ones we saw are living in Greenwood Cemetery and in an electrical substation across the street from the cemetery. The cemetery for the usual appeal of trees and grass, and the electrical substation is warm year-round, and has flat surfaces they can build nests on. (There are a few other groups of these birds elsewhere in and near New York City—and 100,000 or so in Florida. They are native to the Caribbean, and this climate is marginal at best for them if they don't find an electrical substation or, I suppose, a poorly insulated rooftop.)
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(Am very happy for your fine afternoon with friends. But parrots! Shiny!)
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And no, I haven't.
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Which makes them smarter than possums, who fry themselves on a fairly regular basis in NZ subs.
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I don't know how many substations there are in Brooklyn, but it's probably serving a few hundred thousand people.