We parakeets are celebrating. 125 years is no small feat. It's a long time, and it's also a number that, like all round numbers, compels reflection. On the past and the future. On who we are and how we're seen. Despite the temptation to focus only on the present moment of happiness—a temptation especially intense in the context of my self-imposed silence—the commemoration compels. to a look that tries to go beyond of the (not) so capricious little ball.