Trapped

Was eating my breakfast this morning when this king parrot flew through the open doors at great speed, just missing my head.

Not a great shot, as I was ill prepared, to say the least.
As Carl would open a window he'd fly to the next, flapping and squawking in great distress.
In probably no more than a minute he was gone, but hasn't returned to the feeders all day.
I think he's spread the word, as it's been unusually quiet on the bird front.

Here's one just outside the same window.

For the record, first day of the school year.
Trivial pursuit tonight, where I contributed little, though I did know what a funambulist is. Unfortunately no one believed me.