Pic and a Word Challenge #167: Ruckus in the still of the morning

The photo above is exactly as it was taken, in the name of all that doesn’t need any changes. The gallery below has more of such creatures, some more surprising than others.

But first, a poem of how it used to be three days ago in Rome.

Ruckus in the still of the morning

Holiday morning.
As still as Italy gets.

Blueness,
skyness,
greenness,
stillness.

Pine.
Crane.
Gulls.
Parrots.

Parrots?
One,
two,
three.

They might look
serene,
quiet
and still up there

but imagine the ruckus
they made
that made me look up
in the first place.

Before we look at the photo evidence, I wish to thank Patrick for his challenge prompts that have provided a much needed spur into motion, or if you prefer, kick in the butt. See you next year on my new blog, Patrick and everybody!

At first it was still for real.

Observer of the observers.

Can you see it?

The first flyer.

Two more, slightly quarrelsome.

A beautiful curtain.

Just look at that tree growing out of the balcony!

And then I heard the noise.

I zoomed in and was clicking away for five minutes.

What a beauty.

I love it how they make home in Rome as if they belong.

I have never travelled anywhere exotic enough for this view to be the norm.

They noticed me.

But see if they care.

First I thought there were two of them but they were three.

Yes, you are mighty pretty in all the green ways.

Imagine living behind this window so that you have them in your face all day long.

A different couple higher up, at 25 m.

And another one at the top, 41 m.

All together now.

In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #167: Stillness