Let me introduce you all to Paco and his merry band of thieves. His plumed hoard of miscreants roost on a large tree, a few blocks away. In the mornings I can see them stretching-out their wings as they ready themselves for the day's adventures. In a flash, all eight of them take flght and squack their way out yonder. But by clock-work around sunset, they all descend for a greedy dinner of Royal Palm Nuts, and tender shoots sprouting on the trees in front of our home.
When you think of feral animals, cuddly birds are not the first beast that comes to mind, isn't it?
Do they make a racket ARGHCK - ARGHCK!
As my time down here in the Island of Tropical Breezes draws to a close, I'm sure to miss my new featherd friends and my new evening ritual.
Boq



Doesn't look like vermin to me.
If you happen to be another bird, they will dive-bomb them in mid flight. My father tells me that he has seen Paco and his fellow Macaws been subjected to this treatment.
http://youtu.be/mqs8m1bepoM
Poor Paco.