This isn’t about aging or elder movies or anything at all today about getting old. It’s about adaptation and survival – a terrifically good story to remind us that even in that most concrete of urban jungles, mother nature will find a way to overcome...
Once upon a time in the 1960s, some people speculate, a crate of parrots from South America broke open at Kennedy airport allowing the birds to escape. Now, 40 years later, they have long adopted the “wilds” of New York and New Jersey as home:
"They eat berries, ornamental plants and sometimes pizza," [Steve] Baldwin said as he gave a tour of the Brooklyn College nests to a dozen birders. "They are very intelligent, and of course they don't like the suburbs."
- - Washington Post, 28 December 2006
The parrots live together in large colonies. “Their nests are vast 400-pound constructs, with foyers and anterooms and a space where the females lay eggs and enjoy a respite from the males,” reports the Post. The nests are so large that some wag has referred to them as condominiums, and power company employees are accustomed now to working around the nests built on electrical poles.
Steve Baldwin has created an entire website – brooklynparrots.com – where there are hundreds of photographs and stories about the birds.
There is a lot more wildlife around my new home in Portland, Maine (including once, a moose walking down my street), than I noticed around New York City in my 40 years of residence there. Apparently I just wasn't looking in the right places.