TAKING THE PSITTACIDAE: DISTANT COUSINS OF THE ABACO PARROT?
Geographical boundaries are an elastic concept at Rolling Harbour and occasionally extend to other parts of the globe, especially the UK. Sometimes this is for comparative purposes: bonefishing -v- trout fishing, for example (“no contest” – yes, I hear you, Abaconian piscators! BUT…).
*Lyrical / Pastoral Mode* Yesterday, the first sunny day for a while, I was ambling round the park at the end of our London street taking a ‘computer break’. It was late afternoon (ie just after lunch, in winter in the UK), and the sun was beginning to sink. Suddenly a terrific row erupted in the trees along the park’s edge. It sounded so like a heated parrot debate in the coppice at Delphi or at BPS that I stopped to look. Not quite so loud, more shrill and, well, insistently nagging. Here is a participant taking a short rest from the discussions
It’s not a great shot, I realise, taken from street level to tree-top with a very small camera. This was one of a flock of 20 or so ROSE-RINGED (RINGNECKED) PARAKEETS, coming back to roost. There are many thousands of these birds in the London suburbs forming massive flocks, roosting in their hundreds in parks and green areas. They are the feral offspring of parakeets that escaped into the wild some 30 years ago. The population is gradually spreading round the south of England; they are a hardy breed, well able to withstand the whims and vagaries of the British weather of which we Brits are so proud. And they surely do make a racket. On Abaco, the population density is such that a bit of rawking by parrots may cause some problems, but in fairly limited areas only (I stand to be corrected by people driven nearly mad by the sound). Now imagine all that noise in a city of over 8 million people. Calls for selective culls of these non-indigenous birds are becoming more insistent; some flocks are so huge that besides all the squawking causing a nuisance, car paintwork and so forth takes a bit of a hit, if I may put it like that.
We frequently get the parakeets in the garden, normally singly or in pairs – especially when the feeders are full. They prefer to feed at awkward-seeming angles, upside down being a particular favourite. Until yesterday I’d never really made a connection with the Abaco parrot. I know which species I’d prefer to have in our garden, but I’m not saying, of course. Despite its ill-defined boundaries, this blog is a strictly opinion-neutral and controversy-free territory…
“A word in your ear – don’t trust those two above… they’re, like, soooooooo FERAL”