In my 20’s I was in a band and we rehearsed in Brooklyn at my band mates apartment that was on the perimeter of Brooklyn College. These parakeets made huge multi-level nests behind the ballasts of the lights that illuminated the athletic fields. My boy told me the legend was a truck filled with them tipped over during a delivery to a pet store, they escaped and adapted. Pretty cool, something I’ll never forget.
I’m only interested in trees and pow. We aren’t even remotely close to those conditions. Sad really. At least when it rats down here you can drive up North to a winter wonderland and shake the bad vibes. No respite in sight.