You’ll probably hear them before you see them: a startling, abrasive screech that cuts through the roar of traffic. Your first glimpse might only be a flash as they zoom through foliage or turn at the corner of the street, as purposeful as commuters. But if you can get close to one, you will see that the tone of their feathers is not uniform, but ranges from acid green to the glow of sunlight through a leaf. Their small, hooked beaks are as orange-red as overripe papaya. The ‘rose-ring’ of their name refers to a band of gorgeous pink, and their eyes are startling blue, encircled by hypnotic loops of Day-Glo orange.
One day in 1968, Jimi Hendrix walked down Carnaby Street with a birdcage in his hands. The cage contained…
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The Simple Things (Digital) - 1 Issue, January 2024