I went for a walk and I heard a wolf whistle. Now I’m past the age that I am at the receiving end of wolf whistles (I’ve never been on the giving end, to be sure) but I looked around. I couldn’t see anybody and kept walking. Again I heard a whistle … It took me a while to locate the whistler. I looked up and there it was:

It was a macaw who was taking the mickey out of me!

I know that smaller parrots have made themselves comfortable in our area, mainly the rose-ringed parakeet. But mawcaws?

I documented my sighting (rather, it sighting me) on a local facebook group and immediately got the feedback that this bird is a pet who likes to take long flights but always returns to its human.
