B77 and 11 Chose Their Own Nest

In May, Omar Enrique Verdugo Cabeza opened the doors of aviaries 1, 2, and 3, releasing into the air a group of parrots that had arrived at the foundation from the REO2 road. What happened next was not written in any manual. The pairs that had come from captivity — B77 with 18, and 11 with 17 — dissolved on their own over the following days, as if freedom had also granted them the right to choose. B77 drew close to 11, and 17 found his place beside B32. The logic was theirs, not ours. Omar followed them patiently from below. At the mamón tree where the feeders hang, he would watch them arrive in pairs, perch together, and preen each other's feathers with that quiet ease parrots carry when they feel no threat. No quarrels, no tension. Only the gentle brush of beaks through green plumage. Until the day the photograph arrived that confirmed everything: B77 and 11 inside the nest that Nicolás had built in the roble at the park — that wooden box placed there so the parrots would have shelter and wouldn't wander too far. "It was a beautiful experience for me," Omar said, and those few words hold everything: the weeks of observation, the field notes, the attentive silence of someone who cares without controlling. Some parrots that came in along a highway, found each other, and chose a tree.