Ailsa has posted the most awesome green photos, and I’m guessing that since she’s Irish she must have St Patrick’s Day in mind, coming up on 17th March. And so I have a King Parrot in mind: the orange and the green.
He used to visit us on our back deck. Unlike Edgar Allan Poe’s Raven which I blogged about yesterday, the King Parrot never came rapping or tapping at my chamber door, nor at my window lattice. But he would fly in under the pergola and sit on the clothes horse as though wanting to join us for morning tea.
