We went on a parrot quest, and I got stung in the face. I wasn’t stung by a parrot. The sting actually came first. Judy left a partially full coke bottle unattended. I discovered it and took a drink. I realized there was a problem when the coke in my mouth started to wiggle. The coke and the bee all ended up on the floor, but not before the bee left a stinger in my lip from the inside. I guess I’m not allergic to bee stings. My throat didn’t swell up. It didn’t get hard to breath or anything. I got the stinger out (shortly after the bee), and the burning did subside after a while. It left my face kind of numb though; kind of like I’ve been to an evil dentist. I think my mustache does a good job of hiding the swollen lip, so maybe no-one will ever even know I got stung in the face. The result of our parroting was more positive. We drove to Brownsville at dusk and watched a few hundred Red-crowned Parrots fly in to their roost.
It was kind of late when they started, so a lot of my pictures were more like silhouettes. We were able to pick out a few White-fronted
Red-lored (you can tell they’re red-lored by the yellow on their faces)
and Yellow-headed as well.
And one Green Parakeet.
You can tell it’s a parakeet by the long tail.
It was kind of late when they started, so a lot of my pictures were more like silhouettes. We were able to pick out a few White-fronted Red-lored (you can tell they’re red-lored by the yellow on their faces) and Yellow-headed as well. And one Green Parakeet.You can tell it’s a parakeet by the long tail. 
