dear wild parrots of telegraph hill: you and i both know that you don’t exclusively live in telegraph hill. you often serenade me on my way to work in the morning from the sky above russian hill. today i was in fort mason, and there you were; nearer to me than ever before–which is not exactly captured by the limiting iphone lens in this photo–but all the same. as blurry green and red specs in the middle of the tree trunk, just beneath the lowest branch is a pair of you twisting your parrot heads backwards to make eye contact with me. you then resumed pruning each others’ feathers and at one point you flung a worm to the ground.