Some say they escaped or were freed from a 1959 fire at Simpson's Gardenland and Bird Farm, or they flew up from Mexico and Central America. Some say they were spawned by remnants of Adolphus Busch's original Busch Gardens in the Arroyo. (The Parrot Project of Los Angeles has all the doo-doo.) Escaped pets joined up, everybody reproduced, et volant! We've got flocks and flocks.
Giant gangs of them roam our skies year 'round, bleating, "ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" like terrified Aunt Tillies. But winter is their big time. The noise they make can be deafening. I love them.
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