It caught my eye immediately. High over the desert planes, a darting green shape zooms through the sky. The sun gleams around the outlines of the moving thing, making a spotlight. I hold my flattened hand over my brow so I can observe the object. It is gone.
Whoosh. There it is again. The green thing—a bird—is twirling through space. It’s underbelly has brighter hues of orange than yellow, and its tail spreads out into a narrow fan. What kind of green birds exist in this desert? The bird squeaks and lands on a cactus. It is a parrot.