He arrives in the early morning and occasionally in the evening - has been for the last week or so. He's tempted by the 'Pig Face' and I am captivated by his knowing expression. "I've been here before, you know," he says.
He doesn't appear to mind too much that I'm lurking in the garden, angling for a decent photo. His colours are intense in the early morning sunlight: his Robin Hood mantle with its mint green blaze and his crimson suit seem an odd camouflage.
He seems quite alone. These parrots are said to mate for life. Where is his wife, I wonder?