I am back in my ancestral home dealing with a rather intense situation. Still, as the world turns, it has become very evident that in the years of my exiled absence, a feral infestation of non-native beasts have taken over my old neighborhood.
Let me introduce you all to Paco and his merry band of thieves. His plumed hoard of miscreants roost on a large tree, a few blocks away. In the mornings I can see them stretching-out their wings as they ready themselves for the day's adventures. In a flash, all eight of them take flght and squack their way out yonder. But by clock-work around sunset, they all descend for a greedy dinner of Royal Palm Nuts, and tender shoots sprouting on the trees in front of our home.