LOS ANGELES IN THE 1920s – WOMAN AND PARROT
What could be better on a sunny day than sitting outside with a friendly parrot? In later years descendants of escaped birds would form huge flocks in the Hollywood Hills and Pasadena. That stand of fronds looks to me like a banana plant. I had one in front of my house that started to turn into a grove (you can practically watch it grow) and I had to take it out because it started to slap against the windows in the wind and wake me up at night. Not to mention I was afraid one day it would take over the universe.