No D Day is a wonderful event created by my fantastic friend George. While we still do everything we need to do to take care of ourselves, we take a day off from talking, tweeting, FBing and blogging about D. We take the opportunity to share other parts of our lives, because there is a lot more to us!! Thank you, George, for encouraging us to explore the other parts of our lives!
So today, I’m talking about parakeets. You see, on any given day I can walk into my backyard and see green parakeets flying around. Nope, I don’t live in South America. I live in New England. Crazy, right? But it’s true. There is a large community of monk parakeets living right here in Connecticut.
|Parakeet in my backyard. Not the best picture, but those suckers fly fast!!|
When I first bought my house and learned of these birds, I thought it was the coolest thing. I was so excited every time I caught a glimpse of one. But over the years my love for these birds has gone south. (They should actually go south too, back home where the belong!!)
These birds are LOUD!!!! Like screech-and-screech-and-screech-until-you-want-to-stab-knitting-needles-into-your-ears loud. The little
Over all I do guess it’s kind of cool that exotic South American birds live in my backyard. It’s neat that although there are dozens of stories floating around about how these monk parakeets came to live on the Connecticut coast nobody really knows for sure how they got here. It’s still a bit exciting to look out the window and see a pretty green parakeet fly by. But mostly, those loud little