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On a springlike day (sorry for the cooler black and white), we walked the thirty or so blocks to the sprawling Greenwood Cemetery. Sun was already getting low when we arrived, and it was soon chilly out. As we walked up to the gate we noticed a strange sight: a flock of fifty or so wild parrots (or similar type birds) cavorting through the treetops and spires of the entrance gate. They were green (no telephoto, no photos), loud, and out of place.