B16 Among the Blooming Oaks

The oaks bloomed this week in the park area, near the house, and Maicol was wandering through with his camera when he found them. Among the branches draped in pink flowers, B16 appeared — an Amazon parrot, his green band clearly visible, perched with that particular calm parrots carry when the world seems like enough. A little further on, a Pionus menstruus — the blue-headed parrot — also allowed himself to be photographed amid the blossoms, indifferent to the lens. What no one expected was the blue-and-yellow macaw peeking out from the opening of one of the nest boxes installed in the area. Just the head, outside — the black beak and curious eyes, like someone waking slowly on a Wednesday morning. Maicol caught that moment before she decided to retreat back inside. We don't know whether B16 was alone or accompanied, nor how many psittacids were drifting through the park that morning. But the photographs say what words sometimes cannot reach: that when the oaks bloom, they appear too.