Being the Continuing Adventures of a Woman and her Trusty Kayak in New York Harbor, the Hudson River, and Beyond.
(with occasional political rants just to keep things lively!)
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Bad Poetry Tuesday!
A pigeon on the grass Isn't quite as alas When the parakeet class On the same grass amasses.
Where the parakeets came from: Argentina. Bonnie can tell you the full story -- I'm on a really bad Internet connection right now, so I can't call up the link.
Long story short, a boatload of parakeets was destined to become pet birds in the U.S., but somehow they got released from their ship in the harbor. For some strange reason, Brooklyn proved to be a habitat they could thrive in.
Baydog, Carol Anne gave you the basics of how they got here. If they'd read the field guides that came out after they arrived they probably would've given up in discouragement ("not expected to survive the harsh northeast winters" was the verdict). Luckily for them, they can't read. What they can do, and do do, is build enormous communal nests that turned out to be weatherproof enough to let them thrive in the relative warmth of NYC (we tend to run a bit warmer than the surrounding suburbs).
Steve B. here runs a great blog, Brooklyn Parrots. He loves our urban parrots and frequently leads Parrot Safaris. I've gone on a couple & they're great - the first one actually featured some fine drama as a hawk tried to nab a parakeet for dinner. Slideshow here!
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BTW: Where the hell did the parakeets come from? Did the owners have an invisible cage installed?
Where the parakeets came from: Argentina. Bonnie can tell you the full story -- I'm on a really bad Internet connection right now, so I can't call up the link.
Long story short, a boatload of parakeets was destined to become pet birds in the U.S., but somehow they got released from their ship in the harbor. For some strange reason, Brooklyn proved to be a habitat they could thrive in.
Who knew?
What do you get when you run over a parakeet with a lawnmower?
Shredded tweet!
Excellent poem!
Pile the birdies high at Flatbush and Canarsie
Feed them birdseed and let me work -
I am the grass; I cover all.
Baydog, Carol Anne gave you the basics of how they got here. If they'd read the field guides that came out after they arrived they probably would've given up in discouragement ("not expected to survive the harsh northeast winters" was the verdict). Luckily for them, they can't read. What they can do, and do do, is build enormous communal nests that turned out to be weatherproof enough to let them thrive in the relative warmth of NYC (we tend to run a bit warmer than the surrounding suburbs).
Steve B. here runs a great blog, Brooklyn Parrots. He loves our urban parrots and frequently leads Parrot Safaris. I've gone on a couple & they're great - the first one actually featured some fine drama as a hawk tried to nab a parakeet for dinner. Slideshow here!
Thanks Carol Anne and Bonnie for bringing me up to speed. So Bonnie, does this mean that all parakeets are communists?
Pandabonium: I thought long and hard to better your riddle, but I could not.
O Docker: Eerily intriguing; you might have to explain that one to me. Dogs are only so intelligent.
Baydog, this may unmuddle my muddleness.
Thanks, man
I have to confess, I was positive that that was a rewrite of something classic, but I couldn't place the original poem either!
Frogs are also not that sharp sometimes. Especially during budget hell.
And yes, they're communists. Even though they're not red. Although maybe they're "watermelons" - green on the outside, red on the inside!
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And Pandabonium -
Thank you. That was wonderful.
Bonnie, you just created a new riddle.
WV: caned. What I will get if I keep commenting on this post
You mean, why is a Quaker parakeet like a watermelon?
hee hee hee.
that parrot looks suspiciously like tugster's shredding tweet, Nigel...
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