Freud and Jung

A few weeks ago we were sitting outside and this bird that looked just like a parrot flew overhead. Most birds have a pointy snout to their silhouette, but this bird had a blunt forehead. And it squawked.

We've been hearing the squawks ever since, so we turned to the knowledge of the interwebs and discovered that there's a wild platoon of escaped parrot pets running rampant through the neighborhood.

Last night we were having a drink on the deck when the squawks started up again. They sounded really close, and a couple minutes later we spotted two little guys a few trees over having the chat of their lives. Every now and then they'd make out and then they'd start shouting at each other again. We decided to name then Freud and Jung and watched while they chased each other from one tree top to another.

Again, I'm never leaving this house.