In Caracas, between El Avila Mountain and the concrete and hostile jungle, the splash of blue, yellow and green starts every day, so early in the morning and when the sun goes down. The “Guacamayas” fly across the highways, searching a place to sleep.
Usually in a pair, they visit the windows of the high-rises at Caracas to find somebody who feed them. Some of my friends have had this wonderful chance!
At dusk and dawn these tropical birds glide and give pleasure, being an oasis of calm to the city.