You might remember that I have mentioned a few times that there are wild parrots in Brussels? Some of them hang out in Parc Leopold apparently, and my parents used to see them in another small park close to where we lived before. During those really hot summer evenings (yes, it feels like summer is over in Brussels – it’s been quite rainy lately) in June and July I used to see a flock of bright green parrots* fly over our terrace.
They were always so quick that O never managed to see them and even though I had the impression that they were hanging out in one of the big trees in the back yards behind our house, they were just too well camouflaged and the tree was too far away for any photos. However, lately I haven’t seen nor heard them and I was missing them.
But then, the other evening, O and I went for an evening walk in the neighbourhood and when approaching a square, or rather a park in the middle of the square, we heard this terrible, almost deafening noise. At first I wasn’t sure what it was, but then I realised that it sounded just like the parrots when they were in that tree in the backyard. I was really excited and told O that we might have found where the parrots actually live! And yes, we found a HUGE nest and in it and around it were loads of the bright green birds!!
I always bring my camera (and an umbrella) in my handbag, a habit I took up in Puerto Rico (and thanks to the blog!) but this time I was handbag-less and O tried to take some photos with his phone… Not too successful. So yesterday when we passed by the square on our way home from the supermarket I asked O if he could stop for a while – I ran outside, across the street and well, my photo attempts were not that great either. I hope that you will enjoy the photos anyway and I am hoping for my father to come to visit soon – with his big paparazzi lens**🙂 And I hope that the neighbours don’t tire of the noise before and chase the beautiful but noisy birds away.
*) I am sure that somebody is going to correct me and tell me that they are not parrots at all, but some other bird name – but as I have already admitted to not being able to tell apart bees from wasps, I hope that I am forgiven…
**) No, my father is not a paparazzo, but actually used to be an avid bird watcher (and photographer) – he was very pleased when he realised that his old camera lenses still fit the new digital SLR camera he bought a few years ago.