When it comes to backyard birding in my neck of the Belizean bush, recently it's been Parakeets gone wild. That's right, for each morning and afternoon the trees around my house have been literally covered with flocks of Parakeets. They lounge about the tree limbs chattering about life as a Parakeet with hundreds of their fellow 'keets. They seem to gather just after the break of day and almost as quickly as you hear their arrival, collectively they swarm about before heading south for the wetlands caught between my house and the sea. And then, just about one hour before the return of darkness, the flocks of Parakeets can be seen once again overhead flying towards the rivers bend of the Rio Grande, a point on the old Spanish map of Higaldo referred to simply as Parrot's Bend.