Quakers Are the Only Nest Building Parrots Known
"The birds are actually celebrated there,” he said, pointing out that a nearby playground was decorated with a frieze of metal parrots. They definitely lend an air of joy right in the heart of the city.”—The New York Times
If your slit ear, subterranean and fine,
hears insects that move beneath the clatter of words
if the perfect ring of your white bright eye
with its midnight pupil sees beyond
everything we claim and use up
if the feathered lawn of your mottled green and gray
crown knows that color—deep cerulean, suffusion
of yellow, beautiful camouflage—balances and sings
then call to us. Call us to fly,
to inhabit this weighty nest of scraps, this common
work of celebration, this home.