Pandemonium In Paradise

Of parrots and parakeets, no one knows now numbering in the thousands no longer Mexico's bucolic birds new urbanized citizens migrated to the suburbs. If you travel to Los Angeles and county where hobo avians flock to Pepperdine hoping to matriculate to paradise.. Pasadenans know the raucous calls from palms festooned in bright feathers and pheromones. Should you wish to elicit a response from a Red-crowned Amazon.. just ask any witch cat which hungers with an acute accessory olfactory rife in feline grin and purpose eye'n the skies cheerfully. And somewhere Marianne Faithfull warbles 'this little bird who lives on the wind, this little bird that somebody sends.' they're listening too, with a coo and squawk o'er the skies of Silverlake and Eagle Rock. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This Little Bird sung by Marianne Faithfull - Lyrics by J.D. Loudermilk 1965