While having lunch in Los Angeles yesterday, I jumped from the table mid meal. There was no mistaking those sonic screeches — a flock of nandays flying by. I had heard about the feral flock of nanday conures that fly about the Pacific Palisades and Santa Monica area, and sure enough, there they were. I ran outside just in time to see a flock of about eight calling to each other. (It could have easily been 10 ... can somehow tell me how birders can throw out precise flock numbers before the birds even come into full view!) I couldn't help but get chills, after all, I share my home with a nanday of my own. Of course, no one else seemed to share my enthusiasm, but to me, it was a parrot symphony: loud and proud.
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