Well, actually, parrots in a pyracantha tree.
Came home from bulk-item trips to Safeway, Trader Joe’s and Costco yesterday and did our usual double-park so we can carry things down the stairs. As we got out of the car, we saw our young next door neighbor Sadie and her uncle Marcus standing on Montgomery watching this sight. The birds squawked above and munched on berries: Sadie bounced with delight as bits of berry splatted on the ground around her.
The red heads of the cherry-headed conures and their green bodies blend in almost perfectly with the berry bushes. I took my camera out and turned it on. By the time the camera booted and I took this click, the parrots had noticed a camera pointed at them and half of them had taken flight.
[correction: conures in a cotoneaster tree. Sorry to be so compul^H^H^H^H^H^Hpersnickety.
I went back and forth. pyracantha. cotoneaster. pyracantha. cotoneaster. I couldn’t tell from the pic, really, and I’d never checked the tree out before I saw Sadie and the conures yesterday. Parrots and pyracantha had a nice alliteration. … Tonight, as we walked home from dinner, I checked it out. Cotoneaster it is, so conures and cotoneaster it is.]