It was a cloudy summer day. The birds were at their noisiest. There was the cuckoo – the male and female. The bulbul flitting in and out of our balcony. And the parrot that was perched on the leafless african tulip tree, prying the pods open with its beak.
These birds I read are supposed to be very social. Makes good pets. And are good mimics too.
Also called the Rose-ringed parrot.