Its that time of year, the time when it is dry and hot, and the hills are spotted with fires that burn for days; the time when the Condominium Stucky runs low on water, and what we do have is rationed; and the time of year when the parrots come for their semi annual visit, living in our attic, in the very small space between root tiles and the wooden ceilings of the house.
All week the our house guests have been chewing and scraping, and screeching at one another, then finding their way back out of the house and raiding our bird feeders, running off the smaller birds, gobbling up the the sunflower seed and cleaning the papaya scraps of the final bits of sweet meat. Screeching and flapping, they fly to a nearby tree and looking back over their shoulders at us with looks of disdain, beginning grooming each other and discussing the coming days over their morning coffee.
NOTE: On the 15th Camillo and I leave for our fall vacation. This time in the USA – driving from DC to New York State, up the Hudson valley and then over to Michigan for a week with my mother. Then I will go on to Houston for a month with the kids and grandkids..... click those photos of the parrots, I swear the are looking back at me taking their photos.