When your outfit screams royalty but you're just here for snacks.

The King Parrot seemed to wear its colors with the confidence of someone who knows they’re being watched. It tilted its head slightly, as if deciding whether I was worth its attention. The red of its feathers caught the sunlight in a way that felt almost theatrical—like it had orchestrated this moment for maximum effect. The green wings folded neatly against its body added a sense of balance, a quiet strength beneath the showiness. A soft rustling came from another branch above, but this bird remained unbothered, as though it had claimed this perch as its stage. I couldn’t help but feel like an uninvited guest at an exclusive performance.