From SVBC member Nic Korte

We were renting a small house near the “Garden” and were sitting on the north-facing porch as the sun was setting.  Suddenly, a few Crimson-fronted Parakeets dashed past the yard.  Then came a few more. Soon, we had hundreds.  The calls were deafening but what made the moment memorable was that the angle of the setting sun illuminated each irridescent feather.  The emerald bodies seemed to be carrying fire on their foreheads and underwings.  These parakeets are trivially-common and sometimes a pest, but those brief moments were breath-taking.  (We were less delighted when they left the nearby roost at 5AM, the next morning!)