There is a rapidly growing population of wild parrots, cherry-headed conures, in San Francisco. From my window on the world, I frequently see and hear a flock of about 30 of them flying from one grove of trees to another, noisily chatting as they fly about the canyon on their daily search for food.
I have been trying to photograph these guys for a while, and I guess they decided that they have been teasing me long enough, as this morning they repeatedly flew close by and landed in the trees and on the telephone wire right next to the window.