Parrot

– The weather has turned up. Nice bit of spring sunshine. Pleasantly warm. In places.
– They say it isn't going to last.
– But what do they know?
– I would hope that, as meteorologists, they know something about the weather.
– Perhaps. I'm not so sure. Anyway, I stopped by the park on the way home. Thought I would make the most of the pleasant evening sunshine.
– While it lasts.
– Whatever. As I was saying, I went for a stroll through the park. Flowers; trees; they were all there.
– I'm glad to hear it.
– But then I saw a strange thing. Up in the trees. Flying around. It was a magpie. But completely green.
– I don't think they come in green. Are you sure it was a magpie?
– Well, it was magpie-sized, more or less. And roughly magpie-shaped. Though the wings were not quite right. And the tail a bit on the long side. And the beak, a little – parrot-shaped.
– Perhaps it was a parakeet.
– This was just down the road, you know. You don't tend to get that many exotic jungle creatures roaming wild in the local woodland.
– But you do get parakeets. They are becoming more common over here. Who knows where they have come from? But they seem to thrive in our mild climate.
– You seem very calm about this. Our green and pleasant land being invaded by wild animals. You used to run the risk of being snapped at by an irate goose, but now it seems you can expect to be devoured by lions and tigers and bears.
– I'm not sure there are many lions and tigers and bears running loose here. I guess there's the odd panther sighting, mind you.