Looking out from my window

 I see a 15 meter high fig tree, which is home to a population of fruit bats, and various birds of which the bright emerald green ring necked parakeets are the most notable. They are a recent introduction to Israel and have displaced native species. They cross the air like fighter jets in organized squads. In Argentina they are called loro barranquero and declared an agricultural plague. We have also the pigeons by their thousands, fat and mostly occupied in pecking and fucking each other. The good people of the neighborhood feed them (as they do to street cats). There is an overpopulation of pigeons and they are always desperately searching for nesting places, exploring my room and flying in if the window is open.