Red tail, gray body, black beak.
Whistles, makes sounds, not a big talker.
Shy to touching and handling from strangers, but may approach people or go to the ground if tired or hungry.
During my first few months living in Texas, I started noticing flyers stapled to trees and sign posts throughout my neighborhood, declaring a lost pet parrot named Lily. The first flyer of Lily I found was torn and the ink had bled so much that she appeared to be bright green with swirls of red and yellow. The flyers became more and more ubiquitous, permeating Hyde Park and oozing beyond the neighborhood’s limits. Depending on the degree of weather intervention, the Lilys blur from documentation into abstraction, mimicking her many possible realities.
